Testo Daisies #4

When you were looking down at me was it easier to see me on my knees, was it easier for you?
And is a tree a tree if it’s cut down, lying on the ground around the fallen leaves, is it anything to you?
A flower in the hand simply dies at your command
A piece of glass cuts through the sand and into you
A single match is lit, a moving target for you to it
Was just a mirror all along hidden from view
Is a carpet burn concern when you see the ashes in the urn, a broken vase, the time to learn that the problem was you
But when you were looking back at me what did you see, the needles in my feet, were they all showing through? A flower in the hand simply dies at your command
A piece of glass cuts through the sand and into you
A single match is lit, a moving target for you to it
Was just a mirror all along hidden from view
We’ve believed the power up our sleeves could leave a flower for to grieve an open casket for to breathe
‘Cause we’ve conceived the emptiness in me, an open curtain call to grieve, to breathe the life back into we