the flower
shop girl
thorn cuts
sweet smile
miasmic smell
the flower shop girl
knows people
like she knows the
flowers
she is a
flower
blossoming
amongst the
street of
my discontent
i feel that
if i ever
let her in
i would only
have her
for awhile
and as
always she
would dry up
or brown out
or i would
forget to love
her
and she would
be gone
and i would
be left
with the
spoiled soil
of what i
once had
so now
i'll go inside
i won't give in
or subside
i will get a bouquet
and then i'll
wilt as i walk away
the flower shop girl
she will stay
this lustful love
will fade
fade away today
