Your lips are a blue flower made of silence.
My heart a frozen garden of broken petals.
My dreams a cold forest of imaginary dates.
My life a ghostly world absent of you.
My flesh just a slave dreaming a blue rose.
Your lips are a blue flower made of silence.
My heart a frozen garden of broken petals.
My dreams a cold forest of imaginary dates.
My life a ghostly world absent of you.
My flesh just a slave dreaming a blue rose.