there is one day in a week
when i wake up early
and don't get enough sleep
so i can see you sincerely.
i walk up the stairs made of stone
feeling like walking on a rug of flowers.
and then i reach the aim, the flower throne,
waiting there for you to show up with others.
i've never seen any other adult
as i see the corners of your lips crawl up.
i swear i'd give up my whole cult
just to give you a bouquet without a wrap.
it's not something i'm ashamed of
even though other people take it differently.
attraction is a word i could die for
and you changed my view suddenly.
let me listen to your calming voice for hours
and let me learn all the things you teach
i can ignore those disgusted face, giving you flowers
but you are not for me, you're too far to reach.
at least now i know everything is possible,
i'm falling for a woman who's called mrs.
i'll keep it inside, not making it visible.
but i'm sure you'd help me overcome all my crisis.
i'd hurt all those people who say you're not a good person
if only things weren't that hard and i wasn't sensible.
once i imagined kissing you, i thought i'd end up in prison.
but you're just so kind and beautifully different and described as unforgettable.
