Everytime I pull myself up
You come knocking with lilies
I peep through the keyhole
And I know how I love it

I'd been longing for flowers
you sell the best ones too
I abstain opening the doors
For I'd stopped buying from you

The last time you traded
roses full of thorns
Has still got me bruises
From things I still adorn

Yet I open the door
End up buying those lilies
Through my bleeding hand
Creeps in the willies

10 thoughts on “Lilies

  1. Good one ☝️ Flowers can do a lot to and for the old soul. It can make a heart dance and create romance. Watch out for thorns tho 😁

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    1. Thanks for stopping by, Poetpas. Yeah, it sure can do a lot of things, maybe make a heart dance. Or even sparkle romance. But, it’s only when you allow it to. Sometimes I accept the flowers only because I am too nice to shut the door on the face. (Gotta learn the art of saying no, lol)😁 Lilies are lovely though πŸ’œ

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