A friend once gave me A paper flower, An orange one, a dahlia And it reminded me of you... I know she just made it Out of thin sheets of crepe paper But I just can smell fresh daisies Whenever I hold it close. Just like how I could smell you Thousands of miles away---
I fell in love with the dahlia As quickly as I fell for you Believing the make believe flower Won't fade away like you'd do...
Hoping I don't have to Shower it with as much time Nor do I have to be with it As much as I could have been for you---
I know it's my fault We didn't last before
Yet for this one time I tried... But how could I have known That the sad reality is Even paper flowers would wilt too?
Lol -----syraxx----- I still keep the flower, even if it's wilted beside my bed, maybe because I wasn't able to keep you after you faded. I actually expected neither to happen, I mean, you were even stronger than I am, how could you have first faltered before I did? And how could the paper flower act like a real one, it's petals slowly started to flop down and curl and the stem bent...