Silver and Gold, by Cutie In A Death Cab Subscribe to rss feed for Cutie In A Death Cab 

I didn't pick the flower
It just fell upon my shoe
Rooted itself in my skin
And grew and grew and grew

Then broke away one day
Drifted far away

Another pretty flower
So lovely and replete
With petals made of silver
Lay before my feet

I kicked it from my path
Victim of my sour wrath

Golden swirls of pollen
Still linger in my skin
Nothing can compare
To what has already been
Posted: 2005-11-28 18:12:34 UTC
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2006-01-05 04:12:14. QUEENIE .
this is lovelly. well written, and so understandable. i really enjoyed it :)