Les Fleurs
Clara Luciani
The Flowers
When everything falls apart
When everything is disappointing
When nothing is in its place
Not even me
When everything bores me
When everything is disgusting
When nothing is worthwhile
Not even me
I think of flowers
That are perfect
That have no other purpose than to be perfect
I think of flowers
And it's silly
But I envy their silent beauty
When the news stories
Give me insomnia
When nothing heals me
Not even you
When I search for meaning
In my long wandering
When nothing relieves me
Nothing seduces me
I think of flowers
That are perfect
That have no other purpose than to be perfect
I think of flowers
And it's silly
But I envy their silent beauty
When my heart implodes
When my thoughts are bitten away
Intoxicate me like a wave
Ready to swallow me
When I'm trapped
In a body too narrow
How I feel the universe
Closing in on me
I think of flowers
That are perfect
That have no other purpose than to be perfect
I think of flowers
And it's silly
But I envy their silent beauty
