i give my words and then i take them back

i put them where i enjoy them more

they sit like tiny flowers, tiny weeds, but pretty;

they are meant to be, firstly, a gift to you

but they call me back. they say, we are too

pretty there; put us here, where we can serve you

better. where we make you happier. happier than there.

and they smile when they say that, mind you.