Scandinavian Flowers

My heart is scared

I guess I forgot the extra letter

Under foot and underhanded

I want to watch these waves land

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The room is stained with conversation

An unintended reminder

Crumpled flowers on the carpet

Victim of forgotten steps

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The trepidation kills me

This is my secret

Watching the love light disappear from your eyes

Hoping to see it again

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On a hill I rise

The sky's within my reach

A hundred tiny little fingers

Hold a hundred tiny little dreams

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It's a sweet bitter taste

It's the beating of the clock

It's the bow that doesn't break

It's the crown that doesn't fall

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We play these childish games

Which age should have seen us outgrow

Bruising words to break into

This sweet and bitter wine

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Now I hope to see through the clouds

Stealing a beautiful treat

Like picking cloudberries for fun

And leaving nothing in its place