She taped her flowers over her skin as they,
they smelled of gardenias & lilacs.
They'd follow her hairs in their gentle sway,
as sweet spring winds swept through them.
She watered the roots every morning,
that seeped right into her skin.
A little before the sun was harsh,
And she could flaunt them still.
She taped her flowers over her skin as they,
they'd be bright for as long as they could still.
By the evening but they would wither away,
Wither away along with her skin.
