If I were to ever approach your door

When I take a look at it from outside

I know that you won’t wait for me to say it

Your geraniums have blossomed so much

Not that they’d notice since they’re still shrugging

At the thought that you would consider them

The most beautiful thing in this room

Perhaps that’s why I never make it there

If I had to look at them one more time

I would maybe end up killing myself