Florists Wooded Swords

He was deranged
Rearranging lover's words
Seeds grow into forest range
Pines of florists' wooded swords
And sores on his heart
Can I apply some ointment there
Basking blondes with strategies
To show chemical care

She missed the love from him
Her pillows made her cry
She found her respite dim
In suburb's crawling time

Retired from life, means tired again
Walden wood's no comfort
She'll belly flop on bed and then
Hibernate all summer

She missed the stage
But it never was her own
Felt that she deserved more fame
Spotlight in her shadow home
A wilting flower
How could she give that in love?
Hoping for the sun each day
Or for him to pick her now

Wordless in reverie
Ohhhh
Foraging through deepest green

You got the best of me, seamless, grieving
Respirating, careening
Bottomless solitude is what I need
He left a mess for me I'm not cleaning
Took it out west, believing
I can just bury everything

Bury my dreams
They're gone from my sleep
Each pedal falls
And he holds them carefully
Knowing what is beautiful
And knowing what is better free



Credits
Writer(s): Joelle Doriani
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