Little Flower Shop
Every morning when I go for a jog
I pass a little flower shop
I think about buying a rose
Then I continue walking
Cause it'll die before it grows
Cause the flower I'm looking for
Doesn't require water
It requires something more
The hand of the woman who will melt me
But since she isn't here yet. Those roses will remain in the shop, and I'll remain empty.
Copyright © Karim Mohsen | Year Posted 2017
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