#1
First post on the board. Thanks in advance to advice.

The Song of the Flowers

So the world can’t hear,
The stories of colors,
Or the song of the flowers,
That I just wish was the truth.

It was a night of seduction,
And our eyes never wandered,
As our hands were woven,
And I began to whisper the truth.

As the night moves on,
The flowers fade,
And the colors are never the same,
Oh how I thought it was the truth.

The week goes on,
And the spark starts to fade.
It takes no time at all,
To start to fall,
And settles down on old remains.

So the world can’t hear,
The stories of colors,
Or the song of the flowers,
That I just wish was the truth.
Last edited by the.truth. at Apr 27, 2008,
#3
I'll take a look at it when I get some time.

Anyone want to comment on the actual writting?