See through my eyes
The green is the garden in which I bled
It’s hard to forget
My passion was built on a lie
I dissected things that lived no more
They fell dead at my feet
I’d kiss you in a heartbeat
Since I don’t know what else to live for
The past is seated in the car
Driving towards more trouble
I’m sure you’re smitten with my double
For I know who you really are
It’s the crimson in which we bathe
The red sea of life keeps me warm
But my femininity already torn
I don’t know if I still have faith
For E. by P-chan (c) January 2017
