Up high in the tower
In somewhere it's hidden
A withering flower
For a heartbroken maiden
As petals fall
From up to the floor
Memories I recall
Of moments out the door
As blue as the sea
His eyes would glisten
Handsome he may be
He still wouldn't listen
With words I was swayed
With the voice of a prince
Promising he would stay
Was enough to convince
But another flower appeared
And he stared to abandon
A situation I feared
Has already happened
With word I tried to woo
With the voice of a maiden
Wishing something I could do
To win back his affection
But as blue as the sea,
His eyes may glisten
As handsome he may be
He still wouldn't listen
The withering flower
In my hand I hold
Up here in the tower
With my story untold
And as petals fall
In such a late hour
Memories I recall
From the floor to the tower
Oct 23, 2018
Oct 23, 2018 at 9:12 PM UTC
Up high in the tower
In somewhere it's hidden
A withering flower
For a heartbroken maiden
As petals fall
From up to the floor
Memories I recall
Of moments out the door
As blue as the sea
His eyes would glisten
Handsome he may be
He still wouldn't listen
With words I was swayed
With the voice of a prince
Promising he would stay
Was enough to convince
But another flower appeared
And he stared to abandon
A situation I feared
Has already happened
With word I tried to woo
With the voice of a maiden
Wishing something I could do
To win back his affection
But as blue as the sea,
His eyes may glisten
As handsome he may be
He still wouldn't listen
The withering flower
In my hand I hold
Up here in the tower
With my story untold
And as petals fall
In such a late hour
Memories I recall
From the floor to the tower
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