Floral Lies
Each flower
I picked for you
I wished and wished
For your words to be true
But even the steams
Knew you told lies
Slowly, they shrunk
Without saying their goodbyes
Each flower I picked
Reminded me of your eyes
And the stems were as strong
As your permanent lies
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