Flowers
The sign for that ‘her’
Singing a youthful chorus amidst the summer
Sweet
Puffed up and light pink cheeks
He holds ‘her’ dearly in a swift smooth sweep
Nervous
As he passes them to ‘her’ recklessly
Dancing to a ballroom waltz that is endless
I’m in my room
Herein the vase stays empty
I fall into a never ending void of doom
Average
I, like weeds in a field of flowers
Subtle and quiet unlike the others
‘Her’
The openly desired image
A dream that i am unable to salvage
The vase will remain empty
Feb 6
Feb 6, 2026 at 3:04 AM UTC
Flowers
The sign for that ‘her’
Singing a youthful chorus amidst the summer
Sweet
Puffed up and light pink cheeks
He holds ‘her’ dearly in a swift smooth sweep
Nervous
As he passes them to ‘her’ recklessly
Dancing to a ballroom waltz that is endless
I’m in my room
Herein the vase stays empty
I fall into a never ending void of doom
Average
I, like weeds in a field of flowers
Subtle and quiet unlike the others
‘Her’
The openly desired image
A dream that i am unable to salvage
The vase will remain empty