The Flowers

The flowers you gave me are rotting

And still I refuse to throw them away

Some of the bulbs never opened quite fully

They might so I'm waiting and staying awake

Things I have loved I'm allowed to keep

I'll never know if I go to sleep

The papers around me are piling and twisting

Regina the paperback mummy, what then

I'm taking the knife to the books that I own

And I'm chopping and chopping and boiling soup from stones

Things I have loved I'm allowed to keep

I'll never know if I go to sleep

Things I have loved I'm allowed to keep

I'll never know if I go to sleep