flowers

You never gave me flowers, but I still loved you. Out of all my past lovers, not one made me as sad as you do. ,,your lips taste like apple pie, I hope I will neve make you cry" That's what you said, but your hope's gone now, just like your head. You never gave me flowers, but a painting of a suicide. Now when you're starting to disappear, what am I to decide. ,,I never know what to reply, with you I feel like I ate a butterfly" Those were your words, and maybe that's the reason why you don't answer me, not with more than with a few bare verbs. You never gave me flowers, but you took a part of me, and yet I'm still at your service, forever as I'll be.