how dare you leave the petals behind
tripping me as I go through the day
smelling flowers that aren’t there
i’ll give you props for leaving bits of yourself
Here with me
Making me smile
don’t know how many strangers on buses
Wonder who this silly girl is
Smiling to herself
But sweetheart, I can’t have
Your honey eyes, wine-like cheeks and sleepy grin occupying my mind. I have work to do.
You know I am the swoony type. I am at a disadvantage here.