You planted flowers in my heart,
By whispering sweet-nothings in my ear..
I closed off the gates,
As I chose not to hear..
But gardens grew as you tried every way..
I did not know how to stop them,
I did not know what to say..
But the sun disappeared,
and skies turned to grey..
The flowers slowly wilted,
when you kept away..
I wasn't so sure of your affection..
And with close inspection,
I could't tell if those flowers were real or fake.
Sep 3, 2017
Sep 3, 2017 at 5:19 PM UTC
You planted flowers in my heart,
By whispering sweet-nothings in my ear..
I closed off the gates,
As I chose not to hear..
But gardens grew as you tried every way..
I did not know how to stop them,
I did not know what to say..
But the sun disappeared,
and skies turned to grey..
The flowers slowly wilted,
when you kept away..
I wasn't so sure of your affection..
And with close inspection,
I could't tell if those flowers were real or fake.
