Roses and raindrops
Vanilla and death
where have you been
when our world was upset?
I have been waiting
here all along
in fear
of the sun again to appear.
Vanilla and Death
cigarettes and wine
without you
nothing was ever fine.
We are so fragile
we need a path
to catch our steps
sooner than death.
Cigarettes and wine
I confused sugar and salt
All I needed was
hearing your voice.
I‘ve loved you with wine
and mourned in Vanilla.
Death touched my soul
when I waited
for our roses to grow.
I‘ve counted raindrops and cigarettes
when the sunrise was far.
I would run to
wherever you are.
I‘d stomp up a path
where earth has burned
never caught by death
with the horizon so close.
Roses and raindrops
Vanilla and Death
there you are!
I have been so upset.
Upset with the world
whose paths I need
to get back to you
and make sense of the hurt.
Mistress witch writes 