I float flowers

you knock my socks right of the socks in my sink
and they stink, still
but I know you don't hate them because you love the way I stink
when of you the brain of me lets the heart of me think
I count my love in flowers and they wash away
they believe this to be just one of those days
when nothing can actually happen because everything is okay
but I know one flower from the next, and so this one
is floating in my sink waiting for you

The End

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