Filled with rythm, in his garden of purple, he stood in the tower waiting
He asked for my name, and if I have a place to go.
Come out he said, and tell him why I keep myself hidden in the blooming valley
He saw me, in the middle of the garden as my blistered fingers choose
Finally settling on that blue flower that reminds me of myself
He thinks he knows me, convinced I am full of love, filled with warmth
He thinks he’s in love with it, so true and pure
With all of me, the broken and the bruised that he dreamed to hold
Even the battered heart as I picked the blue flower is cheered by his soul that inspires his words
But he doesn’t know that when he smiles with his twinkling eyes, I whisper
“It’s my fate, don’t smile at me, light on me,
Because I can’t come to you, there’s no phone for me to call you
You know that I can’t show you ME, give you ME”
All the ruin parts of me, I can’t let you see
The only way is the way the world sees me, yesterday today and tomorrow
“I wear a mask again and go to see you
But I still want you”
He wants to give the blooming flower that he thinks resembles me
But he didn’t realize that he had said so himself,
I bloomed in the garden of loneliness
My soul buried deep in the sea of emotions, I tried so hard but failed to conceal
I told myself, I will come and let him see after I remove the mask
And after he is able to
Take off this foolish mask
But I know,I can never do that
I am convince I must hide my ugly face
In hopes he will reach for me that’s buried under the mud through the music he puts his soul in
One that had actually been watering the dry roots of my own heart
He said he is afraid, that he is rundown from the world
His heart tells him about the fear he hid in his soul
For the time to come that I will leave and he will have to put on a mask again just to see me,us
He tells me of his plan, his idea in the garden, for the garden
He will plant another pretty flower that looks like me, and pretend that it’s him speaking to me
My swollen eyes and wild brown hair, a proof that the world had began to crush me
“But I still want you”
I understood the plan, and I too dreamed of a day when it becomes a reality for the untold to be stated
But as he began to reap I quietly began to leave
He couldn’t see that under his wish, I started to pray
Because the day is still like this, constantly wishing but never happening
When he tells me I am that blue flower that caught his eyes
Even when the dawn comes and the truth shows that maybe I’m not
I will listen but still stand squeezed between the bright roses as I whisper
But I still want you
I imagine and ponder what happens if he will
What happens if his eyes still glimmer with violet as I stood there hidden under the red
Standing tall and broken, proud and blue finally accepting myself that is battered and healed
Would anything be different?
I thought of this and I found myself crying as I began to disappear
Fading into the empty garden, the bush turning wild as the flowers began wilt and die
Where the blue slowly shades into gray
But I still want you…
