Every flower is the same
And every flower is different
She came out of the distance
A child of the winter, she smiled and I listened,
for awhile till she drifted...
Her way is one of sweet promises unfilfilled
A smile, a laugh, a chance to build,
A bridge we could never cross,
A tale of two lovers lost,
Comforting and warm like butter sauce,
But disappears without warning like the morning frost
Every flower is different
Her petals make a coward of my wisdom
As she showers and glistens, a powerful vision,
Arousing me to pounce out of the kitchen
Just to touch and taste on her tender tapestry
Clutching the waist of her slender majesty
And loving her in ways that are the subject of fantasy,
But every flower is the same
Whether bouncing in a bouquet
Or swimming through a storm drain
They all seem to wilt and wash away
Leaving me to sit in the calming rain and
Dream of a scene from another song
And believe in a blossom that won't be gone
A perfect nectar to quench my cause
I know that every flower is different
But she left, and I just watched, because..
Every flower is the same
