"Flowers"

When you connect pain to a physical item

“Flowers”

By: St. Fugaz

She loves me,

She loves me not,

She loves me... she loves me, that's what I thought,

But the flower lied.

Now I want to shrivel up and die,

The flower it made me cry…

The cursed flower was an apple to my eye,

But I had to leave it behind

I was confused I thought it was on my side

I was used...

My loneliness was abused...

By the time she was done I felt run through

I threw the flower into flames

Because it was the one to blame

It deceived me…

I tore the flowers out of my field

Because this was all too real

I poison my yard

Yet the flowers still grow back

They don’t give me time to relax

Pulling them out every morning

Poisoning them every evening

Every time I see them I stop breathing

It feels like I couldn’t possible be living

They corrupted my heart

She came in and tore me apart…

Now I lay in my black box

Everyone around is crying

I watched them put down the crimson red roses

The yellow daisies…

The bright pink tulips…

Not understanding I wish every flower would die

Because it now put a tear in a dead man's eye...

Author's Note

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