Wallflower.

Pick the petals off the flower on the wall.
One at a time, real slow.
One for yes, two for no, three for stay and four for go..
Your hands rest at the bottom of the hour glass.
It holds darker bruises than you’d ever know.
Scars fade, sand cascades.
Salt on my lips, trails from my eyes.
My very best is just a disguise.
Dance to the anticipation the second hand holds.
Fall into the valleys of the perfect petals’ folds.
Wish on the stars that are covered in rust.
Hearts fall into shallow puddles of lust.
Daisies grow to beauty from the dirt.
You’ll never know it, it hurt.
Don’t hush me, contain my worst enemy.
Daisies loose it all when you pick them.
Sweep them away, leave me, leave me.
Put them on your wall,
Easy to look at ‘til all the petals fall.
I have no pride, I am so small.
But take my petals as I lose it all.
My sovereignty is sour,
I’m the perfect, little wall flower.