The dead flowers I picked for you yesterday
E-mail By Karl Chamberlain Bio/AddressThe dead flowers I picked for you yesterday
lie crumbling on the floor
colors faded, yellow bits flaking off
like decaying sunshine
the hope of the tomb
The dead flowers I picked for you yesterday
were vibrant and alive
shining with the glory and celebration of life
now they sit, like bones in a graveyard
wishing for a grave
The dead flowers I picked for you yesterday
are my hopes as gone as their life?
Was the friendship and care we once had...?
once had
had.
once.
The dead flowers I picked for you yesterday
are dead the moment I picked them
for you
yesterday
but somehow they seem more dead today
The dead, forgotten flowers
that I picked for you yesterday
the dead, forgotten hours
I have spent with you
The dead forgotten flowers
dead forgotten hours
without even a grave.
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