Flowers In My Head

There are flowers growing in my head. Every morning when I get out of bed. Making my brain soil for their kin. And like rock,they wear my skull thin. One time,there were blossoms growing. All the while the wind was blowing. Blossoms and the wind are the same. Because they left as soon as they came. Oh dear god,hear comes the roses. Giving you their beauty in large doses. But like for drugs,don't take to much. Get their needles in you,it'll hurt to the touch. I can feel their roots in me and hate it. Now everywhere I look,it looks faded. Yet when they wilt,it's hard to say goodbye. And my eyes leak their petals when I cry. Where did all the time go? Waiting for the next seeds to grow. So when I go to bed. I think about the flowers in my head.