Of course you can have it,
A gorgeous calla lily takes its place.
I like it better, so it's okay.
I knew there was a reason I had two.
A pink hydrangea takes its place.
when you reach into my chest,
In its stead is a wonderful rose.
I barely notice when its thorns start to grow.
sometimes you bring others.
because the willow branches,
are more majestic anyway.
Now I have strong trunks,
and I disliked movement in any case.
So you begin to take more,
The fear creeps in when you take my other eye.
I can no longer see the beauty,
But it only worsens the pain.
As my tears water the rose,
and the thorns pierce my skin.
You came again, asking for my heart.
Just snatched it yourself.
It was replaced with an anthurium.
Which I suppose is close enough,
after all, it is heart shaped.
It's not as if I could escape.
My hair becomes begonias,
Till even my skin is nothing but petuntias.
Yet still you come each day.
When I think there's nothing left to take.
But I know you’ll take it anyway.
So I use my last conscious thought,
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