I think it’s my fault, I allow people
in my life that I shouldn’t allow.
These flowers they bestow,
I receive with affection in my heart.
The blossoms fade away in my garden,
they fall as I do in the day.
Letting people in my home is my terrible addiction,
Leaving me when they are done,
is often performed in my world.
I now vacate their realm too,
as the desire of having people around is untrue.