Plastic Flowers

I buy a lot of plastic flowers 
I can’t keep real ones alive
When I need to feed it I forget it exists
And pretty soon it just dies

I keep all of my journals and notebooks 
Thinking I’ll use them someday
But they’re moody and sad and just generally bad 
And I should just throw them away

I never meant to
Keep secrets from people, especially you, but
I’m not good at talking, I’m no good with words
I never know how to tell someone it hurts
So I write it all down, put it somewhere safe
Hoping no one finds my hiding place

Standing too close to the fire 
Will get you burned 
But the close you get the brighter
The colors turn
A child who touches that bright light 
Just never learns
The harder you love the harder
The fall will hurt

I read a lot of romance novels
Thinking they can come true
If I cry enough tears and fear enough fears
A prince will come to my rescue

I write a lot of songs and poems
About what I feel but don’t say
The highs and the lows, I don’t want you to know
It’s safer to lock them away

I’m not trying to
Hide my true colors, I’m just not in tune
I know all the chords that I’m supposed to play
The notes I should sing, the things I should say
So I’ll put on masks to hide my face
Praying no one finds my hiding place

Standing too close to the fire 
Will get you burned 
But the close you get the brighter
The colors turn
I keep on touching that bright light 
I never learn
The harder you love the harder
The fall will hurt

So I’ll keep buying plastic flowers
And I’ll keep crying for hours and hours
Can’t keep a garden, can’t make a tree
Scared it won’t grow, I throw away the seeds

Standing too close to the fire 
Will get you burned 
But the close you get the brighter
The colors turn
I keep on touching that bright light 
I’ll never learn that
The harder you love the harder
The fall will hurt
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Leffanta Avatar
May 21, 2022 at 11:23 AM
Standing too close to a fire only warms one side; your buns need warmth as well! Enjoyed! Aloha!
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