You are the flowers blooming inside my bones.
Flowers that feel like heavy stones.
From my bones to my lungs,it shifts so fast.
Damn, How I wanted us to last.
You exist inside of me, Everywhere.
You exist, Though you were never there.
When I need to be picked up after I fall,
I know I’d rather talk to the wall.
Beautiful flower, You thought of me,
Though you plucked each petal unmercifully.
I wish you’d left me at peace.
You never knew what it is, that gives me an ease.
Because, You are the flowers blooming inside my bones.
Flowers that feels like heavy stones.
Dead end without a scent.
I’ve always waited for a long message to be sent.
Instead of a cold short reply.
I’ve always wanted you to tell me why.