Pushing Up Daisies

I hear they smell like lavender, Jasmine, sunshine and glory, and if your lucky rose.

I wouldnt know really.

I hear they hold the power of he loves me, and he loves me not within each and every petal.
Ehh, makes no difference, for he doesnt even think of me so that I might find out my destiny through their silken crystal fall.

Red for passion, yellow for friendship...

Could I at least be afforded white, so that maybe there is hope for a shade of love in my future?

At this point, black would even be beautiful...

Anniversary's, heart break, or just because...
An empty vase screams im forgettable.
I wouldve settled for a daisy out of the hayfield...no money spent there baby.
Yet to me it wouldve been priceless.

I hear that if hung upside down to dry, they will keep there youthfull appearance forever.....

I will grow old while their beauty graces everyone elses hands.

A knock at the door...
Could this be the day?
It is my birthday ya know....

No, just another bill.

I do take a dark comfort tho, in the fact that without a "shadow" of a doubt....
Death will one day bring what I have waited a lifetime to receive.