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I DON'T WANT FLOWERS

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.


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