Sweet petals follow my thirst, come die in the path I'm taking, to bloom the colors of May and to burn in crimson and gold.
Turbulent flames embraced me in raging petals of marigold, doubts turned into ashes, and so the fires stilled.
Muted hearts and cotton candy skies, awaiting the sweet summer rain in the silence of midnight whispers, to shout before the sunset ends.
Red roses unfurled bright fires by the footsteps of the dead, embers bleed in candlelight orange as it fades into the night.
Bereaving of the death of love, embraced by the cold winters of the absence, to beg and to have failed.
You'll begin to have more time to give, losing yourself in hours of conversations, wishing he'd talk more.
Drown me at nighttime, for I am yearning to have your face be seen before I let myself die.