Bouquets

Flowers of songs are arranged in bouquets in my brain.

Not by genre 

or artist

But by which dance from my life they transport me back to.

The daisies,

          back to golden summers of the past.

The tulips,

          back to first friendships and new ideas.

The roses,

          back to ball gowns and June snow,

          back to corsages and running

          back to kiss-marry-kill and baking

All with the people I choose.

So when life feels a little dreary,

all I have to do

is choose a flower

and let it play.

C

Csquared

VT

16 years old

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