My first love was a daisy
Petals of the morning hazy
White in a field of yellow
Drinking the sunshine mellow
My second love was a sunflower
Stealing my heart every hour
I was told gold would never rust
Perhaps she was too blind to trust
My third love was a lavender
Engraving birthdays on my calendar
Dark is my world of violet
Counting every star the sky has lit
My fourth love was a bird of paradise
She was my reluctant sacrifice
For a world of scarlet flames
Lost in a room of crossed-out names
My fifth love is a prairie rose
Fighting for a door about to close
For every petal there's a thorn
And will the bud be reborn?
Daisy, sunflower, lavender, crane flower, rose
Five flowers I mistakenly chose
White, yellow, purple, orange, pink
When will my heart ever think?
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Closer - Poem Collection
PoetrySometimes I wish I had someone who went through exactly what I go through. That way I'd have someone who really, really, truly, actually understood. But I guess that's pretty impossible, and besides, I have people who are close to really, really, tr...
