The sky ,a shade of your angry eyes
With the flawed illusion of gray
The kind that reminds you of agony
The kind that never goes away.
Citadels high , asphalt laid down
Playing as concrete masks
Wallflowers hide as wallflowers do
From people walking past.
Never do the colors floss
Your trench coats and skirts, all the same
Does ever a person pass
Who knows more than your name?
For wallflowers hide as wallflowers do
From all those undignifies stares
Elegantly growing like ivy on brick
Always knowing, always there.