There is flower boy inside me,
Who grows flowers in my lungs.
He took refuge within me,
When i was naive and young.
The flowers he has been growing,
Has their roots in me, widespread.
Their odor so out of place,
With their undergrowths in my head.
With every breath that I take,
I can feel them grow inside me.
As they trap old memories within,
I can feel myself be more free.
My body has become a garden,
And the flower boy's only home.
I can feel a sensation so, unknown,
Evert time the butterflies in there, roam.
But I want to spew these blossoms out,
As all they cause is tsoris.
But I can't puke my flowers out,
For they are my favorite ones, my Iris.