"When I get married..."
She whispered
"Meet me by the altar."
He nodded

Roses are red
Violets are crying
I am happy on the outside
But inside I am dying.

She was a wild flower
In a skyscraper forest
Poking her sun fire petals out
Through cracks in the cement
Climbing the buildings until she could
Freely drink the sunlight
And oh how she grew
Like a wildflower
In a skyscraper forest