They brought flowers.
They wrote.
They wanted me,
to hold hands.
But
the flowers were dying,
messages did not reach,
I preferred to keep my hands
in pockets.
I preferred to wait
on you.
They brought flowers.
They wrote.
They wanted me,
to hold hands.
But
the flowers were dying,
messages did not reach,
I preferred to keep my hands
in pockets.
I preferred to wait
on you.
