Eden.

My mind wanders down paths of you.

My mind wanders down paths of you.
Heavy feet walking in the gardens.
Exploring the trails of your mind.
Admiring your beauty.
Watering your flowers.
Hoping they grow.
I'm not sure what to do now because..

I'm afraid of getting trapped.

Even though you mean me no harm.
I am a flower tarnished in past romances that have cut me at the stem.
Thorns have punctured my rosebud heart.
Trapped in a glass vase I could not escape.
They admired my beauty.
They admired my petals.
But would not give me the water I needed to flourish.
My poor little petals fell.
One by one.
He loves me.
He loves me not.
He loves me.
He loves me...
Not.
Shriveled and dried out I laid in the sun.

I'm afraid of getting trapped.

I am suffocating in fields of poppies.
but mostly fields of you.

I'm afraid of getting trapped.

I changed my petals to please people who didn't not appreciate the beauty of my growth.

and I got trapped.

Trapped in a flower garden of lies.
Trapped in a field of broken promises.
I wish they were poppies.
But mostly I wish they were you.

I do not feel trapped with you.

I feel a sense of ease.
I do not have to change my petals to be with you.
And though I don't know you well enough now.
I know my mind can't stop wandering down paths of you.