you've never given me flowers
so close to reading my mind
deciphered yours in hours
without glasses you appear blind
is there money in your wallet?
are flowers a secondary need,
do you want miss Wallace?
spend it within rapid speed
am I the one tiring you out,
asking for unreasonable things?
I want to accept the pain and doubt
I hear the snapping of my strings
I feel like the white rabbit
impatient passion hates consciousness
imbalance, a new habit
I desired you to promise an us.
