Tea for Teardrops

Peonies

There was a girl with peonies in her hair
Cradling her soft braids like a mother's fingers in the wind
Her blazing green eyes on the edge of suspense
And in her hands, she held
A gathering of peonies
That were meant for her wedding day

I don't know where's shes gone
I don't know what she's done
But all the flowers of the world
Have wilted and gone gray
All the pinks of the stars
And all the yellows of the sea
Have gone missing
Since she took all the peonies

Her voice never rose above a whisper
Her lips never trembled and her eyes refused to look away
At all the fires that raged
And in her hands, she held
A gathering of peonies
Meant for her wedding day

I don't know where's shes gone
I don't know what she's done
But all the flowers of the world
Have wilted and gone gray
All the pinks of the stars
And all the yellows of the sea
Have gone missing
Since she took all the peonies

There were flowers in her hair
Locked and intertwined
Cradled and soothed to sleep
She would charm the sun to rise
And wait for the stars to stake their claim
In her hands, she held
A gathering of peonies
That were meant for her wedding day

I hope I'm writing poetry and not songs 🤔