singin in the rain falling pieces
he touches the skin so it appeared all over his desire to taste
aren't you planting the roots of jealousy?
entrenched as a parasite
grow toward the sky filled with longing revenge
wind makes me shiver
fracturing flowers dance in the park
and remove the hatred restless under the drops of blood
would you still survive?
behold, I will be making out with the wind
flooding along the hallucinatory dreams about the season
burn yourself in the turbulence of conscience
admit when you're reaping the jealous
then return to me
because the wind was unable to quench thirst in the desert of love