In my heart there's a rose of a darkness
Can its blossom take off all my love?
Cutting edges of tender by sharpness
Of the hate burning just after cuff...
In my mind there's a poppy of pain
Can its flame wash attraction away?
Stealing gems of the touches by saying
Words of scorn and disgust on my way..
In my soul there's a burned camomile
Can its ashes disperse all my dreams?
Turning white into black when wry smile
Splits the face. Or it just deemly seems...