Jan 4
Roadside Flower
Will you pick that wildflower by the roadside?
No one owns it, no one will cry.
It doesn't cost anything.
I could pick it for myself,
But I want to prove the starmongers wrong.
I boasted a millefleur of flowers from you
A millefleur of your lies, they retorted.
It seems I speak of foolery
When I chirp of flowers, and your nods are fake.
It seems we are no longer on the same path.
For when I want you, your eyes want another.
I long for longer hours while you hurry to the door.
In silence, I hear heartbeats while you sleep.
I watch the sunset beside you as you look at your watch.
There's nothing else I want but for us to want the same thing.
I just want this to work!
Isn't that what we're both supposed to want?
