Garden کے بول

When will it end? This looking for food I scavenge the ground and eat rotten fruit that falls outside Your walls When will I simply love You and move into the garden? What I refuse You will use to surround me I spit out Your seeds and You grow all around me even my poison flowers in You When will I simply love you and move into the garden? When will it end? You keep looking for food I should be shrinking to fit in Your palm I should be rising up to your lips lucky for me You scavenge the ground and eat rotten fruit