"Wise men say only fools rush in,"
But what if those words are true
And in the end I wrought a terrible fate
Letting myself consider you?
Hush, please, hush
Let me orchestrate my thoughts
It's nothing personal, Dear,
I've just learned that love rots.
I toyed with what would consume me
Fell for flaming petals and blooms
Intoxicating perfumes did undo me
To ignore the thorns and vines, my doom.
I'll note your coy and crafty moves
To whisk me through all of your rich lies,
Stealing my sense and second thoughts.
To think myself valued in your eyes..
-ժɾօթ օƒ ցӏɑѕѕ-
