African Violet that’s what I call you in my diary
So no one could ever know
It’s just that you are ageless, faceless
A beauty in any age
And I am endlessly always what’s her face
African Violet I painted my lips crimson
And you looked at them, but did you crave them?
I bought you flowers but then watched them dry out in my vase
Your eyes smile at me
I just don’t ever want to see them turn away from me
If I wear these shoes, if I wear this dress will you please look at me again?
Could we lock eyes and swoon?
Or would it all be just another one of my dreams?
The longings slowly turning into heartache
And the dreams are slowly turning to nightmares
Because it all seems so impossible
African Violet touch me!
My flesh is so cold please set me on fire
African Violet hold me!
Bring me to your heart
Give me your soul!