The Irks of Being a Wallflower

The Irks of Being a Wallflower

 

If I could be a wallflower
Smiling on the pink bricks of your heart

I’d take every pounding like your beat
Like a lullaby patting me to sleep

And in the wake of daylight
Your breath would be my coffee
That I’d cherish sweet or bitter

And if I could be the solo wallflower on the pink bricks of your heart
I promise I’d always glitter

But I know you plucked me only for the fragrance
And there have been other wallflowers on those bricks

Each one has had its farewell – Mine is due too
For there is another fresh one, pretty, young and new..

Shivangi
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