the drowned garden

You listen to all the things That I don’t really mean In the last month or so I’ve lost track of 2 weeks ago And this shifting pedestal, Falls beneath me Can we re-aquaint ourselves with our dreams? Is it all just as dark and hopeless as it seems? Or are you, and am I your coming true Daisies in my head have turned from blue to yellow Geraniums are drowning, in love, not sorrow If you can hear this, whisper in a tornado If you can listen to my love, all the other Shit will just go I don’t need to hear you say it Every day we make it Come true Daisies in my head, turned from yellow to blue I love you….