Wildflowers.

We burried our secrets.
In the form of corpses.
We burried our secrets so long ago,
beneath the cherry blossoms,
amongst the wildflowers.

From one hot summer's day to the next,
we shared illegal fantasies and pleasure beneath the cherry blossoms,
amongst your sweet flesh,
amongst the wildflowers.
A summer romance.
Not meant to last.

The flowers are pink as your lips,
and the skies are as blue as your eyes.
The grass is as gold as your hair,
and tonight, the moon was as full as your smiles, as white as your pale, tangable skin.
The stars shone as brightly as our joy,
long ago,
amongst the wildflowers.

They told us it could never last,
but we ran together, hand in hand, and laughed it off in eachother's warm embrace.
I can still feel your racing heart,
and taste your bittersweet saliva today,
though it was years ago,
that we were beneath the cherryblossoms,
amongst the wildflowers.

I burried my secrets,
In the form of a corpse.
I felt you were with me, for you were, lifeless in my arms.
I burry my secrets today,
beneath the cherryblossom,
amongst the wildflowers.

If we had been caught,
beneath the cherryblossom,
I can only think.
If we had been caught,
amongst the wildflowers.

So many times,
So many secrets,
So much passion,
We shared it all,
amongst the wildflowers.

Then we shed blood,
Together,
My hands, the knife, and your crimson flow.

I burry my secrets,
In the form of your corpse,
For I feel if they were to know, about the events that took place beneath the cherryblossom,
I would sutrely be as lifeless as you.
And one of us must live on,
to remember,
To keep the secret of what happened,
beneath the cherryblossom,
amongst the wildflowers.