Red flowers in a vase on the table
Staring at me like an old friend
If I cry, will they comfort me?
If I scream, will they calm me?
If I laugh, will they silence me?
Or will they remain motionless
Because I’m not meant to know
Because I’m not meant to believe
Who are these souls trapped
Within such fragile bonds?
The flowers will not answer
Apr 26, 2020
Apr 26, 2020 at 10:53 PM UTC
Red flowers in a vase on the table
Staring at me like an old friend
If I cry, will they comfort me?
If I scream, will they calm me?
If I laugh, will they silence me?
Or will they remain motionless
Because I’m not meant to know
Because I’m not meant to believe
Who are these souls trapped
Within such fragile bonds?
The flowers will not answer