Each cry is a cry for love, for embrace. I’m a girl of devotion, so give me someone I can devote to. I don’t need a god if I have you. Become my religion. Call me a sinner, but my love will surpass it all. Damn it all and damn them if they try to stop me. If you guide me to the cliffs, I’ll happily take the fall. Your hands, give me them so I can plant kisses on them and watch little roses grow on your cheeks. Damn it all, exile me. I don’t care. I have you. I have my Garden of Eden.













