Flowers


I don’t want to get more flowers at my funeral,
Than I do while I’m alive.
I don’t want to be appreciated
While I can’t write a thank you note.
I don’t want people to cry
And not be able to hold them.
I don’t want people to pay more visits to my headstone
Than to my front door.
Why do we say the most I love you ’s,
To people who cannot say it back?
Why are we so scared,
To actually hear them say I love you too.
I don’t want to know beautiful relationships,
Only once I’m six feet underground.
Once I wish I’d told you I loved you too.
Wish I’d saw you standing at my door.
Wish I’d held you a little longer.
Wish I’d written you more letters.
Wish you’d gotten me flowers.

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