Fists and Flowers.

In my land of
fists and flowers,
Dancing through
all the hours
Where I love him
and he loves me
No more wishing
were meant to be
Pretty songs
and lots of laughter
forget my thoughts
until the after
No more breaking
No more faking
All relieved of
All the shaking
Breathing in
And Breathing out
No more fighting
So no more shouts
I'm my land of
fists and flowers
Crying through
all the hours
Drug me up
and give me a gun
Let me shoot
and have some fun
Thinking of you,
Wanting me
I cant believe
we couldn't be
Cut my arms
Salt in wounds
Relief of all
of my doom
Suffocating
Dying out
Wish you loved me
Instead I pout.