table for two

he wanted flowers, but i’m his vase

they move while i stay in place

they’re a catch, but i’m a chase

he wanted flowers, but i’m his vase

their stems cover my base

but they’ll wither while i keep my grace

he wanted flowers, but i’m his vase

they’ll fill my space

but they won’t leave a trace

he wanted flowers, but i’m his vase

we both long for his embrace

remember...

his hands caress me when he brings them to his face

he wanted flowers, but i’m his vase

they came and went at their own pace

they came and went, but i won the race

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