"...sitting here
working the hours,
writing a poem signed
your bloody flower..."
Your bloody flower| Dylan Singh
Lover, why did you try to push me away?
lover, why don't you ask me to stay?
lover, I've lost something I won't find
and lover, I'm in an unusual state of mind
lover, don't you know what you've broken?
a place for you still exists
lover, don't you know the pain your causing?
like a crucifix
still I'll be sitting here working the hours
writing a poem signed 'your bloody flower'
another, was why you left me in the cold
another, made me cheap enough to be sold
another, isn't that the one who stole your heart?
don't bother, trying to find me when it all falls apart
you know what frightens me,
is when life is so hard
this weight that burdens me,
might be too much for my heart
grief on the outside,
the hurt it stays within
it's like someone's kicking you,
after saying you didn't win
still I'll be sitting here talking to shadows
writing a poem signed 'your bloody flower'
mother, all my tears have dried into shame
and mother, why do I feel i am to blame?
fading, my heart has all but died
making, a joke of the tears that I cried
still I'll be sitting here working the hours
writing a poem signed 'your bloody flower'.
