I have a flower, in a vase, sitting on my window sill
There are no other flowers on my window sill
Just a rose.
This rose is special,
It hasn't died since I picked it.
The life of this rose depends on me.
No other flowers can exist on my window sill,
No other flowers can fit in the vase.
Just that flower, in that vase, on my window sill.
Walking through a garden, I see another flower.
Better than the rose in some ways,
but not in others.
This flower is a lily.
My heart immediatly begins to tear in two.
So now I face a dilema.
Pick the lily, or let it die.
Keep the rose, or let it die.
Either way, one must die.
And I am stuck between two beauties.
I need a flower, in a vase, on my window sill.
So I delve deep.
I think broadly.
I remember something.
My favorite flower is an orchid.
I have a feeling my orchid is in a distant garden,
waiting to be picked --
by me.
This orchid will be
My flower, in my vase, on my window sill.
And so I can live with the outcome of the lily
or the rose
And I just hope they don't die
that someone else's favorite flower
is a lily
or a rose.
Because I know that something is going to happen
that will bring me closer to my favorite flower.
So I must be patient.
And just wait for
My perfect flower, in my perfect vase, on my window sill
Nov 1, 2012
Nov 1, 2012 at 2:08 PM UTC
I have a flower, in a vase, sitting on my window sill
There are no other flowers on my window sill
Just a rose.
This rose is special,
It hasn't died since I picked it.
The life of this rose depends on me.
No other flowers can exist on my window sill,
No other flowers can fit in the vase.
Just that flower, in that vase, on my window sill.
Walking through a garden, I see another flower.
Better than the rose in some ways,
but not in others.
This flower is a lily.
My heart immediatly begins to tear in two.
So now I face a dilema.
Pick the lily, or let it die.
Keep the rose, or let it die.
Either way, one must die.
And I am stuck between two beauties.
I need a flower, in a vase, on my window sill.
So I delve deep.
I think broadly.
I remember something.
My favorite flower is an orchid.
I have a feeling my orchid is in a distant garden,
waiting to be picked --
by me.
This orchid will be
My flower, in my vase, on my window sill.
And so I can live with the outcome of the lily
or the rose
And I just hope they don't die
that someone else's favorite flower
is a lily
or a rose.
Because I know that something is going to happen
that will bring me closer to my favorite flower.
So I must be patient.
And just wait for
My perfect flower, in my perfect vase, on my window sill