Picking Flowers

She remembered the boy who ruined her life and he was missed.
Mesmerized she was while she jabbed the knife on her empty wrist

And through those times, he made her sane
But it was too late as she opened her veins.

So she built her world full of flowers
And it occupied her for hours

She saw his heart open as the beat of her own started to change
They knew there would be a time where their relationship deranged.

So she told what her soul had felt
That his eyes and his heart made her melt

She fell in love with a boy who gathered flowers in rockeries
For he was not a mockery

He was the kind of boy who had no time for bad things
Whereas she was all for the mad things and the sad things.

Her shrubbery was filled with melancholy
But he was the only one who completed it with jolly

He picked flowers in gardens
And the girl died every night until one day the boy would visit hers

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