Now wakes the crimson petal, falling sepals in the lake cast aside the rising stigma, bloom and flourish, wings unfurled, spread wide.
Seek nectar, pollen sweet share with butterflies and eat scents unsurpassed by nature. One more gift, only one, yet worth a thousand times. Thirst surmounts desire, hear the fountain source waft away butterflies, kiss tender wings in gratitude, now to fly alone,crimson petals sweet soft and lips content.
Because I already know what will happen I see it in my head so clear The sight makes my eyes well up If I get to close I know I'll break down I know I'll collapse Because I'm just tired Tired of everything Tired of life If love was in front of me I wouldn't know what to do with it Awkward and overwhelming ____________
Hey look at it in a positive note.... At least you got a job