I miss my burning passion,
what drove me to deprive thee,
drove me to fight for him,
to kiss and conquer him.
Passion fruit,
it was dripping from my lips
and the tears of the sky.
Hip bones accessorized my figure,
so fragile I was.
Cheek bones could cut glass,
my face wasn't even posing.
The fire brought me to darkness,
and It was my home.