I pull each petal out of the flower
some petals are sweet, but some are sour.
I pull them one by one
sometimes they help me make decisions.
You make me happy...you make me sad.
You are good...you are bad.
I want you close...I want you far away.
I want you to go...I want you to stay.
I want you remembered...I want you forgot.
I love you...I love you not...
Worms take the fallen petals and they all end up devoured.
I am in control yet you still have me overpowered.
Bees have their honey, but they also have their stingers.
Sweet but painful memories of you linger.
Jun 23, 2013
Jun 23, 2013 at 5:54 AM UTC
I pull each petal out of the flower
some petals are sweet, but some are sour.
I pull them one by one
sometimes they help me make decisions.
You make me happy...you make me sad.
You are good...you are bad.
I want you close...I want you far away.
I want you to go...I want you to stay.
I want you remembered...I want you forgot.
I love you...I love you not...
Worms take the fallen petals and they all end up devoured.
I am in control yet you still have me overpowered.
Bees have their honey, but they also have their stingers.
Sweet but painful memories of you linger.
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