Flowers that taste like bananas tend to rock my world in a swirl of great bliss that just missed my heart.
Liing in the grass we hide from the sun and spit flowers at eachother in a bloody flower war.
But no one is hit because the grass licks the sun and makes it shine even brighter.
Screams like that of a girl cause by only the smallest flower of life.
They act as darts that peirce my eyes.
And the surprise?
Flowers falling from the sky and suddenly I die.
