She tells me to move on
So that she can suppress her feelings and get on with old love
This is all fine

I feel sick as

I cannot force a flower to bloom
The petals would ruin
This flower was blooming for me
But we are young
And so just like every little kid
When they see a pretty garden
In their own backyard
I picked this flower too soon

You still need to grow

Where am I supposed to turn?
When we were supposed to be together
But will and supposed to
Have proven to be
Antonymous

it's beyond ironic
I'm writing you this poem
Themed around flowers
Comparing you to flowers

And the way everything
makes me think of you
The same way everything
makes you think of her

I am mislead
Maybe you aren't suppressing anything
I always get mixed up

You hate flowers