Out of nowhere, yeah it was coming. I saw it, but not with my eyes, but hands.
Sometimes other body parts sense things my brain cqnt encounter
Like a dog and weed
I’m so natural at destroying flowers and creating graves for my own roots
You wouldn’t know unless
You broke my skull and ripped open my thoughts one by one
Placing them on strings to hang on a pine tree
What you want isn’t what you get with me
You’ll learn to disguise red flags with purple
And withhold secrets that could demolish you
Wash me up like sand on a beach, take my hand, grain of sand against the grind
We live and we learn, but what is love if my heart isnt existent.