you say i’m a delicate floWer…
let’s pretend i haven’t heard that one in the last hour–
i am a delicate floweR.
i build emotional castles and watch them tOwer,
wait for my Next victim before i let it shower,
start the fire, watch you burn–anything that brings me power,
tell me the truth and i Go sour,
you say i’m a delicate flower.
give my voice back, i’ll say it All slowly, change the rhyme, watch you cower–
i’ll admit it, my feelings are a Bit of a mess–
they knOck me down, pin me down, i stay in duress,
five minUtes with my brain and you’d be in high stress,
and i’ll admit, men Tend to want women who…feel…less…
but i hate their games; i don’t dress to impress,
and in my opinion, this ability to feel gives me…a kind of…finesse.
now if this is weak, i understand your distress,
you’d have to live it to know it’s strength and not weakness,
so to you, i’ll simply nod and say, “bless.”
because i am a delicate flower.