I had a friend...

She would keep a smile on everywhere she went,
always cheerful,
always a glimmer in her eyes,
full on happy.

She helped everyone she saw,
she was a friend to most,
friendly, outgoing, kind.

One day,
she left.
The flowers began to droop,
the clouds darkened overhead,
the tears falling.
The sky began to cry and lament for her,
the children she once greeted out on the streets,
they too left,
hidden away in little cupboards
the smiles she used to give and receive,
ripped off of faces
and replaced with agony.

Maybe it was because
what we all thought was right,
maybe it wasn't alright.

We've been circling around ourselves
and not others.
Forgetting about her when she needed someone most.
"Do unto others what you want someone to do unto you"
A lie.
She waited.
She hoped.
She smiled and hoped everyone,
yearning for someone to help her back.

No once came.

No one cared to ask,
"How are you really?"
Even as she stood expectedly, waiting to burst in grief and tears,
just wanting to be held.

But the only one that matters most is you, right?
Hah.

Yeah you cute
You cute
Oh shoot

Lemme know your name
Let’s not play any games

I wanna be your girl
Come on take a whirl

Allow me to assume
If I may
But I think you want me to stay
Was there something more to that “hey?”  

Or maybe I have too much confidence
You’re all I’ve been thinking bout
Ever Since

But it wasn’t until you showed interest
Oh boy I’m a mess
Do I look my best?
You wanted me to be a part of your life
Jesus Christ
Don’t lie to me
I’m easily deceived
And too quickly to believe

But he’s even got good manners
Oh please
Making me wobbly to my knees

Then there’s me thinking bout the future
Tell me will this actually work?
Run away run away
Just stay just stay

You know I like to talk
And you respond, yeah a lot
But then you say I love you
Cant help it, me too

Why do I got all these thoughts?
After all it was me, you sought
You might be perfect
Just might
Ooh you’re taking me out tonight?

There goes my cheeks turning red
Make fun of me, oh you’re dead
I’m too glad you asked me out
And you don’t think I’m too loud
With you I lose my guard
And I stop trying so hard

But one thing I can’t stop
**Is busting out a rhyme
All the **** time

A man in a flower shop… What a sight! He doesn’t know what to do, how to pick, where to look. Too many colors! Too many choices! I’m not sure what she likes…
What a weakness it is, to be a man next to flowers… Something so fragile and so beautiful, it makes him look stagnant in a world of much flow.
Then, in walks F. Scott… What are you?! You look mighty fine by this Rose. Do the thorns disrupt you? Do the petals leave you longing?
I thought you had a thing for Kichijoten-- in her Temple; next to the Sakura blossoms of Japan…
My, my. You can’t be part of the Lost Generation; I think you’ve found your place! As I look for mine by the Cattails and fresh Dahlias…
Have you seen these bunches of Baby’s Breath?? Sincerity only costs $3.95; it’s much more expensive nowadays… They don’t even play Jazz music here… What are you doing here, Fitzgerald? I know you aren’t here for the Hyacinths…
Has someone slain your heart again? My heart was slain many times, but everything happens for a reason, right Francis??
I know you have a thing for Gold, come check out these Daisies…and brighten your day. Don’t fret. Don’t fear. Loosen your heart and let it be free. I’m here. And everything is okay.
The Daisies? Really? Awful choice… I was only kidding about those.