As she twirls the flower between her fingertips her finger rips another petal Watch it fall watch it settle Watch it settle to the ground Where it never never ever will be found
Can you see it? the pile on the floor? her wilted lovers her lovers from before
She holds the empty flower in her hand she simply doesn't understand
Why the spark is there no more Why she is now so suddenly bored
He's no longer lovely to her eyes She doesn't fully realize
Why things just aren't quite the same and Why she's the one The one to blame
Feeling a bit 'meh' recently, but I've not posted anything in far too long. This one might be slightly exaggerated.