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
Tag: flowers
I donβt know This ainβt new This strong endorsement That I have for you I mean I open your chat Enter the text box I have so many things to say Connect all those dots I run back to my pages To structure my thoughts But they still lay impatient Scuffling to unbox I close my eyes Itβs the same old smile I came too far for this Need to walk an extra mile You are in my search list I donβt like to archive You are in the records I would play while I drive I gush through anecdotes That I wish were true You are my affirmation When Iβm misconstrued You are the trophy Won in toughest battles You are the treasures I need to build my castle I still donβt know Itβs been more than an hour Iβve got so much to say Maybe next time, with some flowers
Image by A_Different_Perspective from Pixabay
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