Flowers

Your words piling up inside my head,
flowers resting at the end of the bed.
You want me, thus I know already,
though you always kill me slow and steady.

My thoughts flying around the room,
hands shaking and tears flowing.
Somehow you always seem to be gone,
and the flowers again never bloom.

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