the fragrance

I am in.
Is it too late?
you don't seem to care
Am I a dead- weight?
Will it change if I fight for you?
I'm waiting for the end of the lies
as far as I cant stand
the deviation of your eyes
Until then
I'll wait for the sun to rise
and for the blossoming flowers
That bring the frangrance of my own skin
Mesmerize you

Yazalde