Recently I started to count
and I have found a great amount
Shops with florals behind the glass
That I find terrifying to pass
Before the roses didn’t mean
the slightest or slender thing
Until you showed up at my house
Which caused a half-untied blouse
You brought the biggest rose-bouquet
And swore that this time you would stay
And with every blossoming window
this nauseous feeling would grow
I did not find flowers in my head
but the bittersweet memories of you instead