Flowers
Flowers - she knows will always die
She never lets them see her cry.
Unnatural smile and hot tea
Obviously - she’s so happy
Watering them when they aren’t dry
Singing to them a lullaby
More water, water; never dry
Water, songs – never unhappy
Flowers – she knows
Loving too harshly – can’t deny
The water is her secret lie
Pretending she’s actually free
Too proud and scared to yell her plea
But can’t live without being high
Flowers – she knows
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