All I ever wanted was flowers
Maybe a special dinner I didn't have to make
I'm not asking for diamonds or pearls
I worry the band has already broken before it has been placed its a box
It's no longer a treasure I long for
It may be one I'll never see
I know flowers die
That deep vibrant admiration doesn't
I think for you it has
I'm no longer a daisy or a rose
I'm fall turning into winter and I feel like I'm dying
I feel like my beauty no longer serves you a purpose
Mostly because you're looking past me into spring
All these butterflies you give me need flowers to live
It's a lot of deadweight I have been carrying
All I ever wanted was a garden of affection and attraction
I'll be mulch pushing up daises before a single seed is planted
Love is a basic need for all of us to feel like we can crack our cocoons
To you all you'll ever see is the fat distasteful worm I once was
Ah fuck it I'll just buy them myself
Migration season is coming anyways
Spring has never looked so beautiful after breaking the mold on my own
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Before I Blackout
PoetryMy best work is done when I'm on the edge of blacking out, when you finally stop trying to pretend you have a grip on what runs though your mind, you should try writing with your eyes half closed and your mind wide open. This may be an on going pro...
