Flower Head

Looking closely I see pages bent, rips, burns, tears, and things they said
Bright red laces and light blue eyes, phases, sadness, but depth inside

You're a flower, in my head
You're a flower, in my head
Spaced at work, the beating of the waves
Flower head, you're in my head

Dirty glances and tear filled eyes. A torture chamber with glass outside
Sticky fingers and smoked filled lungs. You probably could've guessed

You're a flower, in my head
You're a flower, in my head
Spaced at work, the beating of the waves
Flower head, you're in my head



Credits
Writer(s): Holden Cohen-wanis
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