The Garden Party

(专辑： Dear Daisy: Opium - 2014)

Yeah yeah
I get it, I understand
It's fine
It's totally understandable feeling an
Instant connection or attraction to someone or
Wanting the affection of a partner I get it
I understand
I wonder what the uncertainty feels like
Constantly walking the fine line of infatuation
We seem to give so care and much attention to perfect strangers
Actively helping them indulge in their own narcissism
Assembling in masses to fall prey to the beck and call
Of the people we consider amongst
The beautiful, the cool
The interesting
All the attention might be, what fuels the insecurity
So many longing to give you some kind of feeling
Physical, emotional, mental. Anything
You always seem to make the wrong choices

Why are you so afraid of being alone?
Hmm...

I've never found my self much of a party goer
She echoes compliments in my name
Despite the fact I hardly know
Her
Core the colour yellow
Weather sunshine or stain who cares
Her petals shape a leo's mane
Or gust of cluttered leaves and such

Stuttered speech and awkward stares
She claims her feet are planted
But her roots seem to be hardly here
We long to find our selves

Alone to delve deeper into common grounds
Two perfect strangers, the musics loud I watch her mouth
Her speech is wayward

Body language tells a perfect tale
Of two playful simbas
I search for symbols of attraction
Or a means of lust. I crack a joke
She cracks a smile and claims I play too much
Laughs again pats my arm and transitions to a lingered touch

I attempt to wow her
With amateur philosophy
Speak in riddles as if I
Care about the state of
Syria's democracy
The news is fickle
People change

Life is strange that way
We ghost our selves
Mourning as we lay awake
I think too far ahead, my mind has wondered
To this second chance at a first impression
I read expressions like a mirror
Her voice is new, but her face familiar
It must be twitter

Distance between us now
Mirrors the size of the earth
We stand on. Minutes stand still
Still we do not question where
The times gone. She said do
You believe in love? I said does a requiem dream?
We crave for the chance to trance in love like hits of opium. see, It'a so addictive

Karl Marx once said, religion is the sigh of the oppressed creature
The heart of a heartless world and the soul of soulless conditions
It is the opium, of the people
But to Marx I argue is it religion or love?

Love has the same effects on the brain as taking cocaine
Power, greed, money
It is that pleasure of dopamine that fuels corruption
A selfish instinct to want and have
In conclusion I argue, it isn't religion that is the opium of the people. It is love
LOVE!

We know
This world is small and this we know
(We know)
Come waltz with me before you go
(You go)
(You go)
(You go)
(You go)
(You go)
(You go)
(You go)
(You go)

I saw her heart drop to her stomach
As she described her love for the wind...

The wind would lay with me
Shoot the most gentle breeze through my petals
Pull my interest and
Never question where I stem from
Mutually sharing love, as he would share me
And my interests simultaneously
Through my petals he would pump
An ecstasy I would fiend after every hit
Bruising, I would excuse and still fiend after every hit
Losing. Feeling till the rush of pain felt more a numbing bliss
My memory is not what it used to be

Empathy
I stare at her with perfect empathy
I notice every imperfection, questioning
How someone so perfect can be so flawed
She was the unforeseen picture of a princess
After the happily ever after
The remnants of Rembrandt's pallet
The Daisy who envied the thorns of a rose
A bouquet of statements like
"The world just doesn't understand me"
I told her understanding is half the battle
What ever that means... it sounded nice
Or
"Burdens are for shoulders
Strong enough to carry them."

Consider that
I wanted nothing more
Than to place the weight
Her world on my back
At las'

We stand fractions away
From an action we've
Anticipated whole heartedly
From hello; I notice her every detail
The goose bumps on her skin
I proceed with a hug
Simply to shelter from the wind
I feel her blood pumping through her
Flesh and envy it's presence
Lean in for kiss
A picturesque moment in frame
Heart pumping
Harmonious fear with every second
She stopped me...
And said I didn't catch your name
I said The Gardener
She took another sip of her drink
For temporary elation and said
Well, my dear, take heart
Some day
I will kiss you and you will like it
But not now, so I beg you not to be too impatient

I'm Daisy