Flowers

Flowers, I could sit and stare at them for hours. Walking trough the pretty gardens its so calm here, there are no surprises. The roses smell so sweet, nothing else will ever compete. Ils sont si beaux much unlike me or you. But one day they will decompose and sink into the ground and from their pain a new rose will arise. Something else blooms from where something so disgusting lies. You don't want to rot yet though, 

I can see it in your eyes