Flora of The Heart
i look into his eyes
and i see them shine
but to him they are dim
and are hardly divine
he made me feel happy
i made him feel valid
and when he found another
i began my ballad
she was prettier than me
and despite all my power
i started to choke
and coughed up a blue flower
as ther days went on
my bouquet grew
i wish i was brave to tell him
i wish he could have knew
i love him
but i knew i had to be wary
i knew i should stop
and my feeleings i should bury
but i didnt listen
and happiness seemed to fade
flowers and petals filled my lungs
as my heart was played
i kept each flower
and each little petal
until each pretty blue
turned to stinging nettle
how it hurts me
to watch him love
a woman whos nothing
like a white dove
as nettles turned to roses
i see theres no escape
as those thorny flowers
cut my throat agape
i start to suffocate
and its painful to see
the flowers i once held dear
were slowly and inevitably killing me.