Wilting flowers

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Oh my sweet, sweet spring

What I would do to get a taste of your lips

And wrap my hands around your hips

What I would do to show you my garden

Because all of the flowers are your harvest

A fool once thaught me the language of flowers

So I grew them to tell you the three magical words

Because God forbid me of saying them


Oh my sweet, sweet summer

You are the rival of sun and stars

Because every time you smile

I feel like I will go blind

You are the sun that shames the shadows

And the shadows are me

I wish our love would stand under the star of your smile

But it lies in the shadows of my shame

Because God tinted this three magical words in disgrace


Oh my sweet, sweet autumn

The year is nearly over and the words still die in my throat

They die like the leaves in the wood

And I hope my love for you is as colorful as them

So maybe you would utter them to me

Because I'm scared that if I wait any longer

My love wilts like my flowers

Is this love destinied to die

I'm not ready to say goodbye

Oh God, tell do you love me?

Because God you cursed me


Oh my sweet, sweet winter

It is time

The flowers died

The partys almost over

And yet I haven't said a word

The snow has fallen and buried everything

Like I buried my love for you

Then even if this unspoken words choke me

I couldn't bare a day without you

And even if the world is forzen

You are the chosen

Chosen by God to be me misery in disguise

Oh God please why did you do this?


I would fistfight God for this love

Because I would rather die the death of a fool

Than to die with this weight in my chest

Than to die without bearing to look you into the eye

Why do you love this God so much?

Why do you love this man that tortures me so much?

Why can't he stop cursing me so much?

God please just let me say this three magical words

But you won't I suppose

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