Pedals

A flower with two pedals decayed by our sight. Loosing its life in a beautiful blissful plight. Drowning by the second standing tall at the fight. It puts you in a trance a colorful motionless dance. Stealing my insides all of ones self pride. You know she's dead looking so alive in my head. I see a flower in a vott sitting on a table. You even took willing ,able. Have you ever stood in a desert holding a two pedal flower? It was dead when you started a mirage of fantastic power. As sweat runs down my wrist life will claim its picks ,cold sick. With tears in my eyes blinded from your lies. Here is my medal the first dead pedal. Her words haunt me how she loves me a lot. The second dead pedal I wish on no ones dead plot. I choke on each breath all day ,because she really loves me not.