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Petals

Too much freedom is a prison
And I have infinity
I can see you from the inside
You cared too much for me

And I am guilty just as you are
I adore you that’s the truth
I’d be your mirror if it were me
But broken wings won’t carry you

I’m as bright, as the petals
In the roses, on the desk
And though you’ve, lost your colour
You will grow back, I expect

I’m as bright, as the petals
In the roses, on the desk
And though you’ve, lost your colour
You will grow back, I expect

Cause I, will never, leave you
I’ll live, in your heart, if have to
Cause I, will never, leave you
I’ll always, be waiting, for you

In the same boat but its sinking
I’m the one who’ll stay dry
Though I cannot breathe for you
Doesn’t mean that I won’t try

What’s so good about a goodbye?
Who will fare well in farewell?
If I knew where I was going
I promise you I would tell

I’m as bright, as the petals
In the roses, on the desk
And though you’ve, lost your colour
You will grow back, I expect

I’m as bright, as the petals
In the roses, on the desk
And though you’ve, lost your colour
You will grow back, I expect

Cause I, will never, leave you
I’ll live, in your heart, if have to
Cause I, will never, leave you
I’ll always, be waiting, for you

I don’t know where I’m going
I want to stay with you
You need someone, you need me
And I need to help you

I don’t know where I’m going
I want to stay with you
You need someone, you need me
And I need to help you

I’m as bright, as the petals
In the roses, on the desk
And though you’ve, lost your colour
You will grow back, I expect

I’m as bright, as the petals
In the roses, on the desk
And though you’ve, lost your colour
You will grow back, I expect

Cause I, will never, leave you
I’ll live, in your heart, if have to
Cause I, will never, leave you
I’ll always, be waiting, for you

Life is a stream
On which we strew
Petal by petal the flower of our heart;
The end lost in dream,
They float past our view,
We only watch their glad, early start.

Freighted with hope,
Crimsoned with joy,
We scatter the leaves of our opening rose;
Their widening scope,
Their distant employ,
We never shall know. And the stream as it flows
Sweeps them away,
Each one is gone
Ever beyond into infinite ways.
We alone stay
While years hurry on,
The flower fared forth, though its fragrance still stays.

“Petals” by Amy Lowell, in A Dome of Many-Coloured Glass (1912), in the Internet Archive thanks to the University of Toronto Robarts Library.

Image from Shin-bijutsukai v.2 from the Smithsonian Libraries’ Cooper Hewitt Smithsonian Design Library