You've never touched the sun, but still you wobble.
You've lost your light.
You're barely holding on.
But here you dance, shining bright.
I love my little flower.
Even if I don't love its stander.
I own a million plastic flowers.
My million plastic flowers, sitting on the shelf.
I'm much too harsh on plastic flowers.
Aug 26, 2012
Aug 26, 2012 at 2:52 AM UTC
You've never touched the sun, but still you wobble.
You've lost your light.
You're barely holding on.
But here you dance, shining bright.
I love my little flower.
Even if I don't love its stander.
I own a million plastic flowers.
My million plastic flowers, sitting on the shelf.
I'm much too harsh on plastic flowers.
The back story on this one is plain stupid.
