Today I threw out the five orchids I let die a year ago.
I've been waiting to see a sign of rebirth from the flowers but I often forget the key to every life form thriving is nurture.
Not to be mistaken for doe like eyes and low voices whispering "you're so pretty."
Funny thing is even I didn't notice I lost my step with the dancing ladies and withered away.
His words always flowed like water
And his touch always wet from the condensation on his beer can
Still I woke up parched every morning.