Window Box Flower

You're like a window box flower Blue in shadowed shades On the inside dead dried up Looking at an interior floral wall Listening to the rain, the rainfall Heavy choirs a rain-like stardust Running down her cheeks Lipstick bleeding on her teeth, Lung-pressure filled to bursting But outwardly sitting on that windowsill She isn't moving, she isn't revealing, anything. Like-dead-coral motionless She looks to be waiting with her eyes fixed Legs parted in a knee-high dress Arms folded rest between, beneath her breast I guess she's strong enough not to crumble But yet she looks like a rose about to be deposed. You're like a window box flower Blue in shadowed shades On the inside dead dried up Looking at an inferior, interior floral wall Listening to the rain, the rainfall But I know that's not you at all Cause even when you're feeling small It's like a warning call just before the storm Just before the squall that turns back the tide Just shortly, before everybody cries Just shortly, before everyone drowns Just shortly, before everybody dies That's when you stop, get up and dry your eyes. Cause your soul, your heart is a flower, which never dies.