“Flowers Die”

These bad habits that complete you without sudden practice

The thoughts of mad men, with their hearts full of malice

Pink bottles and rose petals

Her wordplay is gentle with ease

If we’re thinking logically, then this could be a forbidden challenge

An art form that years for longevity 

The boy breaks away from the crisis that led the way, but still so eager to stay

Blinded by…

Good views and stained morals in the summertime

His heart is saying one thing, while she keeps dancing in the back of his mind

Psychologically invested in this daring scene

By any means, he still wants to go in between

How can he see if she still hasn’t felt seen

By any means, you keep breaking promises, then you’ll have enemies

I swear…

His funeral might be worth the discussion if he died doing something, but…

I guess flowers do die