The flowers

The flowers
The flowers you gave me are rotting
And still I refuse to throw them away
Some of the bulbs never opened quite fully
They might so I'm waiting and staying awake

Things I have loved I'm allowed to keep
I'll never know if I go to sleep
The papers around me are piling and twisting
Regina the paperback mummy
What then?
I'm taking the knife to the books that I own
And I'm chopping and chopping and boiling soup from stone
Things I have loved I'm allowed to keep
I'll never know if I go to sleep
Things I have loved I'm allowed to keep
I'll never know if I go to sleep
Las flores que me diste se están pudriendo, pero sigo negándome a tirarlas. Algunos bulbos nunca se abrieron por completo, tal vez lo hagan, así que espero y me mantengo despierta...