Edenstret

Your cold flat stares, as comforting as running my fingers through your hair, still as your prayers, I thirst for you lady, be under the trees where the sun be shady, in this world I have the name, like candy too a child, I feel no shame, will you ever think of me the same, so on this day, it will not quit, the hunger inside, I only will admit, I long for you, could you not see, Our love wont last, it cannot not be, like fruit you shall fallen,like the sick to its knee cleansed in lies, for love taste the same, for this hunger for you lady shall be my fame!