Yellow Roses

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You touch the flowers the way I wish I could touch you
I wish you spoke about yourself the way you do them
I wish you loved yourself as much as you love them
I wish you saw yourself as beautiful as you see them
You could never cut a flower
Why do it to yourself
You would never kill a flower
Why threaten that for yourself
But all these things were said too late
Because
You kissed the grave the way I never got to kiss you goodbye

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