Crushed Flowers
The flower in your hair
Was a bit worse for wear
the petals that remained
Looked rather drained.
Even the stalk was crushed.
Catching my eye, you blushed
And seeing, startled I choked
my shirt was a rain-soaked
Your dress was a pretty creased
My feet were begging to be released
From my trying to dance
And I wonder; is it too late for a chance?
