Dance with Me.

Little Daffodil it breaks my heart

to see you break yours-

Believing the lies you thought you’d forgotten,

are bottles washed back on your minds’ shores.

There’s little I can say to try to convince you

of what you’re doing to yourself

Hiding the pain you’ve felt behind the layers

of clutter and books on the top of a shelf.

Little Daffodil it seems to me

your growing tired- of reality.

Sometimes it’s so much easier

to think and dream than to believe

that what happened that day when he took your heart

and stamped it out on the floor-

it wasn’t your fault at all.

It wasn’t your fault at all.

But memory seems to haunt you as the days drag on-

You do your best to pretend nothings wrong: you sing a happy song.

And every time a stranger smiles as you pass by,

You smile back with 32 more pearly-white lies.

You’ll feel the dew drops down your silky pedals

and think back to when you were just an innocent flower.

Dance with me.

Little Daffodil, can’t you see that you’re broken?

Your body’s snapped at the stem.

Are you comfortable laying the bed of thorns you’ve planted yourself in?

Does it make you feel uneasy knowing you’re always on my mind?

Does it make you feel uneasy: being grafted to the vine?

I know memory seems to haunt you as the days pass by

since the moment that he up and walked out of your life.

But I’ve always been here and vowed never to leave

I’ve never been one to back down from a fight.

It doesn’t matter to me what happened to you then-

I’m going to show you a love that has no end.

I’ll be the one to wipe the dew drops from your petals.

And I’ll be the one to help you remember

That you’re my lovely little flower

So dance with me.