My chest is a cage,
a symphony repeating its first line,
as flower petals fall from my embrace
as I have cried beneath the sky.

While I hop to my feet the cage that bursts of flowers begins to plant anew.
As these feeling blister inside of me
cold sores that I cannot ignore.

As he passes by the cage shrinks around my beating heart.
My pulse a pure cacophony,
a crescendo now,
as lilacs froth within my chest and a forget-me-not petals chokes my every action.

Petals in a flurry oh how shall I ever control this heart of mine.