Flora of The Heart

i look into his eyes

and i see them shine

but to him they are dim

and are hardly divine

he made me feel happy

i made him feel valid

and when he found another

i began my ballad

she was prettier than me

and despite all my power

i started to choke

and coughed up a blue flower

as ther days went on

my bouquet grew

i wish i was brave to tell him

i wish he could have knew

i love him

but i knew i had to be wary

i knew i should stop

and my feeleings i should bury

but i didnt listen

and happiness seemed to fade

flowers and petals filled my lungs

as my heart was played

i kept each flower

and each little petal

until each pretty blue

turned to stinging nettle

how it hurts me

to watch him love

a woman whos nothing

like a white dove

as nettles turned to roses

i see theres no escape

as those thorny flowers

cut my throat agape

i start to suffocate

and its painful to see

the flowers i once held dear

were slowly and inevitably killing me.