Forbidden

.
  
  .


.


   .

 You best be careful now
it's only innocent the first time.
And it's better you learn it
before all the petals whither.


But that's not how it works, now is it?


   You'll see
it was a mistake. . .

even if you don't realize it yet.


.. . ...
        
         . . ... .

You better start praying
     to the god that holds up the world.
Because you're not the only one who suffers
 when the threads of Fate
are stained with mortal blood.



So we think we'll be happy
  counting each petal
         until the last one falls


     (...he loves you not...)

                     You can't avoid the thorns.


Lest calm seas
                      lead to colder winters...


Mother Earth mourns tonight.

       .


 .

   . . .

So lets call it a eulogy.
  You were a little more alive
and in a way,
                      I was in love then...


But it's only innocent the first time.