5. Floral Tribute
Ohhhh, he’s buying her flowers.
Wow, a man buying flowers.
You don’t see that every day.
Well, I don’t.
“You don’t bring me flowers”
Rings in my ears.
I used to want a bloke who’d
Buy me flowers every day
Or at least once a week.
But who wants flowers anyway?
They just shrivel up and die.
Give them a week and they’re
Dropping petals and pollen
Everywhere.
A true expression of love.
A real expression of life.
They die.
Poetry is Painless
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