Why don't we give flowers to boys? Is it not masculine for them to enjoy The delicate curve of petals, So very like lips? Why don't they get Teddy bears And soft stuffed things To cuddle like a lover, So very like girls do? Why don't we give them Mushy little love notes, Just like we expect? Things go both way my friends.
flowers.
Author: EMD
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Date: 07/04/2020
№ 1209981
With Flowers in Her Hair
I see your arms I see the cuts Please stop the harm I know it's hard But your body will be forever scarred I need you to understand I care And I know it's not fair But one day You'll have Flowers in Your Hair Hair that will rest about your face Not one thing out of place Lying in all your grace I see the fake smile you put on I see the pain that's foregone I see your posts I know they're ghosts Ghosts that haut you from your past But I know this can't last You're strong You don't belong With Flowers in Your Hair I know you're overcome with despair But you need to take care Because your life is a prize And you should be happy you're alive I hope to see you make huge strives Please stay alive I don't want to have to see Her **With Flowers in Her Hair
On Friday, it was a rose Intoxicating her with its smell Playing with her weak heart She was building her private hell It's thorns pricked her fingers Drawing blood as red as The lipstick stain on his shirt She was fooled again, alas
Yesterday he gave her a daisy So simple and so dainty She had never hated a flower more A symbol of her naivety
He gave her a forget-me-not Vibrant blue like his eyes He planted it in her soul Like another one of his lies She would never forget him but She was already fading from his mind Like the forget-me-not dying In a vase, after biding it's time
Sunday brought a tulip to her door A symbol of their undying love, he said Then why was he making out with A redhead on their bed?
He got her a flower everyday Perhaps apologies for his infidelity But flowers can't fix everything Flowers can't cure her jealousy He got her a lily and an orchid A sunflower and a bloom But all she saw was the redhead With the lavender perfume
How was he stupid enough to think That flowers could fix everything? Did he not know that her heart Broke everytime he got her flowers?
Many more flowers came her way She wanted it all to go away Images of him and that redhead and these Dead flowers would forever stay Each dead flower was kept by her In vases filled with cold water A futile attempt to save their sinking ship But they were deep underwater
Now he's gone, leaving these flowers Vases containing dead bodies He's gone, but what about her Held on by memories? Each flower was a pretty little lie A blue eyed boy gifted to a girl So many flowers died for them But in the end he left her
Ripped abruptly From the soil Thrown to work And tireless toil Never again to see The gentle light of day Only to weep and wish The ticking time away Pastel colored dreams All melting into one Longing for something warm Yet too bashful to seek the sun
I am so goddamned tired of Asking, Pleading, Begging People to stay. I swear I have seen More backs than I have Faces. So now a promise to The next one who wants to go - I will make not a sound To stop you. I am so much better than My dirt covered knees And white knuckled hands.
