Disposable flowers, like my love.

Sunshine spilled out that day,
Walking, the exam, the stress over,
And today,
Today I was to see my angel.

Sunshine spilled out that day,
With the sound of a phone in my pocket.
I pick up, noticing it is my angel…
Dreading what she is to say.

-”I shall not be seeing you today”-
I can’t blame her
I argue, for the flowers I had brought,
Would wilt….

(Don’t mention them)
I walked home,
Feeling like I should of said more,
Been for here more.

I phone again,
(I really want to see her today)
-”I shall not be seeing you today”-
(I still can’t blame her)

Sunshine spilt out that day,
Where we’d have been in embrace.
And I laid in bed,
Gazing at the flowers, which would die.

Waiting, waiting to talk to an angel.
To see if she was ok.
(Don’t mention them)
We talked,
(You need her, but she needs you more.)

-“I’m ok now, and you?”-
(Don’t mention them)
“I am fine”
(I shall never be worth her time.)

She leaves,
I ran down, tore the flowers up one by one.
(You’re a bastard Sean, you’re a bastard.)

And I mentioned them,
Maybe bitter.
Maybe wanting her to know,
That they were just flowers,
And flowers can’t match the fact I love her.
(One day, she’ll throw you away like those flowers)
I’ll never let go.