‘I don’t buy flowers, I can’t work out what they mean.’
‘The words I might never say, are going to come out anyway.’

Great lines from Mr Morrison.


If I gave you flowers,
in this shaded public house
would we have swelled for hours.
Letting the walls clamber in
on several mis-tangible coversations
about the overly worked oak tables or
perhaps the temptation of the quiz night on Monday.

Half-expensive and
a bit battered from my heavy hand,
these flowers would give you something
from me.
An apology, an advance or a cry for help.

You gave me so much more
than flowers ever could.

You gave me my dreams.

And my flowers couldn’t save me from myself.


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