Flowers

[falconsisters]

we should be blurs on the pavement of our dreams
remembering nothing
false hope false words
we dress in flowers

awake
at once
at last

given to chance
we fall away
like flowers

and the way that we were
and the hours we shared
and the night that we cried
when we pretended to care
and all the demons come out
fighting for room
and all the heartache we feel
for something we'll never have

given to doubt
erased by the sun
like flowers