Black Sorrow Of Daffodils

Taste of the blood of your throat. It flood my love and obsessive feelings for you. You are like dove to my black sorrow. Tommorow was like the kiss like yesterday. Miss I will be here any longer. Your warmer on my lips be any to you? True to be told as I let go of our last kiss. Gold with the memories be to you? Old yet tragic to you deny feelings to me. Dramatic as you like her with her magnificent face of her. Blur as I was a boy who like a boy to you. Foolish that my joy fell like Daffodils As he'll know we can't be in this timeline. Slow that you were knowing she likes someone else. Grew my bleeding blood on my face trying to protect you. Your eyes deceiving confuse of your feelings. Lies that I tell myself whatever you are near me everyday. I just wish you like me back when I was alive.