Cut hydrangeas
Baby’s breath
Lovers weep
The picket fence has a broken gate
Pray to mangers to give a quick death or at least keep some faith
Rings of gold
Broken vows
Hearts gone astray
Behold the wandering and lustful eyes
Grown bold in the light of day are they that pray towards skies
Lost signals
Rampant anger
Resentful voices
Actions that beg for consequence
Original sins lead men to danger and to choices that won’t make sense
A misplaced touch
Bad intent
Names of mud
Lost is all fair understanding
So much time spent cleaning blood from the face cut from loves under-handing
The house is a happy home is all that it appears, but those poor overgrown hydrangeas just couldn’t escape the sheers