Who gave you the key to my secret garden?
I surely did not
Who gave you the pick to trick the lock to my mind
perhaps a deal had been struck, and I not consulted
Who pray tell made your eyes look like the sea?
perhaps God took them and placed them there for me
Who let you sit in my secret garden?
It is rude to snoop and take what is not yours
Are you a child, for you show no remorse
or is it I who’s the child, you inquire
Why do you sit amongst the lilacs, bleeding hearts,
and Queen Anne's lace
Why bother visiting me now?
Why does my chest hurt-oh
Roses have grown in my lungs
I cannot breathe but that bothers me not
for you have planted seeds of passion
within me with a single kiss
You have kindled fire
inside my imagination
old and forgotten
So why do you
why do you