they say the best flowers
are the ones young and bloomed
and the ones who are wilted
has no more to do

it got me thinking about me and you
why did you choose me
and why did i choose you?

"we're broken machines," you said
"we're left to rot and die now"
that was your philosophy
but just like that
aren't we like the flowers
no longer pretty?

you chose the wilted flowers, sometimes
you give them sprinkles of water
maybe that's why you chose me
you believe in second chances

maybe we water each other
to bear beauty once again
you think that one day
we can be humans again

maybe in time
we can't be humans together
but now i feel human
maybe not forever