The Petals and The Stem

We rested blissfully in a bed of flowers that


Swayed lightly with the early winds, and bowed


Gracefully during the showers that bathed 


Their fragile skin, peel back and scent the earth!


/You picked these flowers for me, and let them


Scatter 'cross my lap and my hair, slightly


Pink as Dawn laid in our lungs, exhaling midnight air


/We watched as the petals fell quickly away


Loves me, loves me not, loves me, Loves me not


We didn't listen, I didn't listen, I only heard


The birds in the nest that promised Love


And Love is what I felt, until we stared upon the


Last petal, it seemed wilted, no dew drops adorned


/His hands grasped the stem, he never felt the thorns


But I did, and I watched with sorrow, as


Afternoon winds carried it away, so far away


/Oh, how he looked at me when they were all gone


Oh, how he never looked back when he walked away


Oh, how I should have listened to the flowers

Oh, how I knew I had nothing to make him stay


Now I see the thorns, they pinch me more than him


But I can see myself now, not e'ry petal needs a stem