It came to me like snails come to gardens: ready to consume.

The anxiety, pain and burden made me want to puke.

Containing myself, I gathered my surroundings.

If I were anywhere else, this would be daunting. But my love has my side, so all I must do is ask. For I shall receive, that is his task.

Though every now and then I wonder if it’s true,

That the man beside me is deeply blue.

Because he puts a strong wall. That couldn’t be any thicker.

Yet every now and then there’s a snicker

He disagrees and doesn’t believe

In the love that I have to provide because I fucked up once and that was one too many times

So now I must live with the enemy of my lies and worry if he can truly see my eyes.

Oh how love comes to me like snails

Come to gardens. Ready to consume. booooo this didn’t make sense.