Acacia

Its whatever Its whatever Little darling You can come in You can come inside my garden Take your time Take all day Take what's yours I will wait Its okay Its okay Acacia Its okay Its okay Acacia Though your thorns stick out, And I may be hurt for a minute, still never doubt that You are perfect You deserve it Like a nuisance But never a burden Like its all new Like its all you Got a new scent Flowers now bloom Off your tree Forbidden fruits too Can I get a piece? If its not from you Then nobody will do And You keep making music While wind is blowing through your leaves Acacia Occasionally You see right through me Poking my skin right now Hoping my blood come out Acacia Occasionally You see right through me Poking my skin right now Hoping my blood come out