You never knew the garden I grew from within or the ripe honeysuckles intertwined with my ribs you never pressed your mouth to my pink primrose lips or felt your hands laced between my fern fingertips you never saw the buttercups brim behind my eyes or the soft blue forget-me-nots speckling my thighs you never heard my voice not a laugh, not a word so don’t tell me I’m missing what you found in her.
Hey you , I got this flower for you to hold It's not the most beautiful , but it'll last through the cold . Even when there's a drought , it will never grow old It will remain to make sure these stories are told
Once in awhile you could set it on the ledge And forget it was there , like containing a wedge In-between two objects, with a indecisive pledge But in those times , i'd hope you'd take it off that ledge
Gaze upon it and see your reflection Cause your a gift like this flower is of my affection Your too beautiful for even my recollection Second guessing never existed
And when its petals finally wilt Spray it down with your feelings of guilt Let it know how horrible it felt Give it love and water , like you know it needs help
But forgive it for all the smiles it has dealt It's a flower , it's Beauty is made to melt Your response to it , is my love in a nut shell And this is the story this flower will never grow old to tell .
There is peace that I am feeling sting of my skin peeling all your love in my blood, leaking my world is spinning out of control, what is this meaning? really I need revealing so I can start my healing finally build my home again this time with a ceiling to stop all this raining cause I'm soaked , and tired of being comfort in letting go , comfort in believing it's only me now , I'm deceiving myself I feel there's no cure to relieving this still now I set a time every day for my grieving it feels comfortable getting your revenge