I remember those flowers
On sale in that little store
I couldn't resist the purchase
And so the 6 pretty pots are sitting by my window.

Even flowers ..
Don't make me feel good right now
And I know that's not right
But I can't help noticing how . .
the blush, lilac and creme just compliment each other so much.

I stare alot in class
And look away
I'm just visual y'know
I think of the beauty they have
And it's so strong that
I feel it too just by looking
I keep telling myself
How lucky he is.
How lucky they are.

I like pretty things
And try as much to surround myself with them.
I now know that..
It's just my way
Of trying to feel something
As close to what's REALLY pretty in life.

So understand if I take it abit too seriously
When a gem falls out of my bracelet
Or a petal falls off my bloom
If I misplaced a hairclip
Or a stitch is loose on my scarf

They're the only things I can count on
The only beauty I can call my own.