mandrake

i have spent my time trying to figure how our future will be

i tried painting a picture of our first night

i wish to send her a thousand roses

i never get to ask myself 

why are you doing this

when i think about this, i'm corrupt 

when i think about that, i'm pure

a visioner or a dreamer

 her ideal on me is what i'm wondering

i swear being around her makes me wanna commit mortal sin

grasias, we are not in roman soil

i mandrake my mind to fall asleep when i'm with her 

but not martyred expression

love