There is a flower in my heart that wants to bloom
“Oh no” I say, “I don’t have room for flowers. And
besides, what would people think?”
There is a flower in my heart that wants to bloom
“Sorry, there’s only room in there for rye and tobacco. For I
feel the need to drown myself with these things.”
There is a flower in my heart that wants to bloom
“Stay away! You’ll only screw up the works. I can
only continue on if I am in the wolf.”
Although eventually I concede, as there must be room
for a flower
On mornings when nobody’s around I like to take it out
and say to it.
“Don’t be sad. I know that you’re still there. I’m not
going to let you die.”
And when I put it back it seems to have grown a little
bit more beautiful
I find our secrete pact to be moving, as it has driven
a grown man to weep
But I never weep
Do you?
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