The lilacs on my bed, they fell from my hair. You planted them there, where I'm still stuck in the mess you created, in the mess I laid on, dreamed on, argued and loved on.. so did she.. so did you..
My dreams are poisoned with lilacs. You planted the seeds. I watered them well. I followed the sun where ever it went. And when the sun no longer there, I showered them with love.... maybe that was too much.
They reached my roots, dressing my crown like a queen of lilac dreams..
The queen of the lilac dream.
I am stuck in this dream. The petals got caught in my hair.. it's turning into a nightmare.. it's tangled, as if my hair doesn't know how to let go of them.
Your lilacs. They lost their scent and color. Take care of them. They are withering away..