I guess the arborvitae was wrong Because things have changed The bay trees are all withering And only the belladonnas remain You hold the borage in your left hand With the bluebell in your right No black-eyed susans grow anymore Like the butterfly weeds, they're gone from sight You danced among the columbines With barely a thought for me I was left among the candytufts Praying the white clover was what you'd see You call yourself the hibiscus While I'm the purple violet But I'm tired of waiting by your side And hoping for the honeysuckles in your pocket I'll take back my lilac, take back my edelweiss And storm out into the night. You can keep the cyclamen, Because it's not worth the fight. One dahlia belongs to me. The clematis, also mine. I don't need your geraniums. The corianders do me just fine.
every flower mentioned in this poem has a spiritual meaning it was chosen for! heck even the directions left and right have a meaning to the victorians lol https://www.almanac.com/flower-meanings-language-flowers used this to help
