There's a box in the corner with a lock,

From a single key you might seek.

You hold the key not in your hand, nor your mind,

But in the one place you find deep.

Movements of this plant grow far more than others

Its what you feel is beating your shadow like the villain, like a brother.

In love there is a feeling. Not a constant pause.

But constant enough to were you love ther person to hope, that revival comes with a cause

It takes many times to express the feeling we preserve, but when you ask we sit.

Listen and truly give you the fake advise you deserve.

The human is smart enough to blame, but when we have to answer,

the smart ones search for pain, to blanket what comes after