I DON'T WANT FLOWERS
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Talk to me, I want to know
About all that glitters and all that glows Your unspoken desires and curious pleasures Every detail is my delightful treasure Tell me about your history Whatever lives on in your memory A boring blue or a gratifying green Fun, sad or sweetly serene ? How about your rose-tinted childhood Filled with love, laughter and all that it should ? Introduce me to your distant past Every detailed encounter, all that lasts Allow me to hear your true voice Are you living your life by your choice ? Or do those around you choose Letting them lead, believe, while you lose And, how about your spirituality Is it anchored in to your reality Is it something you live by, learn from and teach Is it nothing but a glorified speech ? How do you imagine your destiny ? Full of restriction or is it truly free A journey without any fear Heads or tails, your choice is here What do you really know about love Does yours faithfully transcend from above Or is it a liberating love with compassion Or a perverse love with condition ? Show me where you’re going, my friend In this town with few streets and frustrating dead ends Guide me to your furious passions Those disturbing nightmares and half-hearted confessions You know I don’t want any flowers Instead tell me about your endless horrors The suffocating feelings of distress The doubts, the lonely questions which leave such a mess You remain a mystery, a damaged wonder Will you show me the roots of your anger ? The darkest moments of austerity Your absurdities, all your complexities If you want to offer me a present The most beautiful gift that could be sent No seasonal bouquets, no expensive food Give me every shade of your every bad mood If none of this makes any real sense Then I’ll stand back from your defence If you don’t want to reveal your confusions Raging deceptions and painful delusions I’m certain there are moments of sadness That have left you without any promise I want to erase them…steal them like a thief Each piece until you find some relief I want you to trust me, fearlessly, With my intuition and your patience, faithfully Let go of your weapons, let go of those charms Let these tears fall into my arms Give me transparence, give me your truth For I don’t need your flowers. |