Lena Paul Wife Wants It Hard

All the subtle flavors of my life have become bitter seeds, poison weeds, without you.

You represent what's true. I dream the color from the sky and turn blue,

because of you. These arms lack a purpose.

Flapping like a hummingbird, I'm nervous 'cause I'm the left, I know the right.

We did not do madness to fight, we fought one.