The Garden Party

(Intro)
yeah yeah,
I get it, I understand.
It’s fine.
It’s totally understandable feeling an
instant connection or attraction to someone or
wanting the affection of a partner I get it
I understand.
I wonder what the uncertainty feels like.
Constantly walking the fine line of infatuation.
We seem to give so care and much attention to perfect strangers
actively helping them indulge in their own narcissism.
Assembling in masses to fall prey to the beck and call
of the people we consider amongst
the beautiful, the cool,
the interesting.
All the attention might be, what fuels the insecurity.
so many longing to give you some kind of feeling.
physical, emotional, mental. Anything.
You always seem to make the wrong choices.

Why are you so afraid of being alone?
hmm…

(Verse one)
I’ve never found my self much of a party goer
She echoes compliments in my name
despite the fact I hardly know
Her
core the colour yellow,
weather sunshine or stain who cares,
her petals shape a leo's mane
or gust of cluttered leaves and such

Stuttered speech and awkward stares.
She claims her feet are planted
but her roots seem to be hardly here.
We long to find our selves.

Alone to delve deeper into common grounds.
Two perfect strangers, the musics loud I watch her mouth.
Her speech is wayward.

Body language tells a perfect tale
of two playful simbas
I search for symbols of attraction
or a means of lust. I crack a joke,
she cracks a smile and claims I play too much.
Laughs again pats my arm and transitions to a lingered touch

I attempt to wow her
with amateur philosophy
speak in riddles as if i
care about the state of
Syria's democracy.
The news is fickle.
People change.

Life is strange that way.
We ghost our selves,
mourning as we lay awake.
I think too far ahead, my mind has wondered.
To this second chance at a first impression
I read expressions like a mirror.
Her voice is new, but her face familiar
It must be twitter.

Distance between us now
mirrors the size of the earth
we stand on. Minutes stand still,
Still we do not question where
the times gone. She said do
you believe in love? I said does a requiem dream?
We crave for the chance to trance in love like hits of opium. see, It'a so addictive.

(Bridge)
Karl Marx once said,religion is the sigh of the oppressed creature.
The heart of a heartless world and the soul of soulless conditions
It is the opium, of the people.
But to Marx I argue is it religion or love?

(During chorus)
Love has the same effects on the brain as taking cocaine.
Power, greed, money.
It is that pleasure of dopamine that fuels corruption
a selfish instinct to want and have.
In conclusion I argue, it isn't religion that is the opium of the people. It is love.
LOVE!

(Chorus) We know,
this world is small and this we know
(we know)
come waltz with me before you go
(you go) X 8

(Verse 2)
I saw her heart drop to her stomach
as she described her love for the wind….

The wind would lay with me,
shoot the most gentle breeze through my petals.
Pull my interest and
never question where I stem from.
Mutually sharing love, as he would share me
and my interests simultaneously.
Through my petals he would pump
an ecstasy I would fiend after every hit.
Bruising, I would excuse and still fiend after every hit.
Losing. Feeling till the rush of pain felt more a numbing bliss.
My memory is not what it used to be.

Empathy.
I stare at her with perfect empathy
I notice every imperfection, questioning
how someone so perfect can be so flawed
she was the unforeseen picture of a princess
after the happily ever after.
the remnants of Rembrandt’s pallet
the Daisy who envied the thorns of a rose
a bouquet of statements like
“the world just doesn’t understand me”
I told her understanding is half the battle
what ever that means… it sounded nice
or
“Burdens are for shoulders
strong enough to carry them.”

consider that,
I wanted nothing more
than to place the weight
her world on my back
at las’

we stand fractions away
from an action we’ve
anticipated whole heartedly
from hello; I notice her every detail
the goose bumps on her skin
I proceed with a hug
simply to shelter from the wind
I feel her blood pumping through her
flesh and envy it’s presence
lean in for kiss
a picturesque moment in frame
heart pumping
harmonious fear with every second
she stopped me..
and said I didn’t catch your name.
I said The Gardener
she took another sip of her drink
for temporary elation and said
Well, my dear, take heart.
Some day,
I will kiss you and you will like it.
But not now, so I beg you not to be too impatient.

I’m Daisy.