Courtney Beaudry


Number 19


Let's watch the flowers grow
Pretend this is a nightmare
Pretend that we are happy
Pretend that we're not sad

Let's watch the flowers grow
Look up at the stars
Lie back upon the meadow
The one we'll always know

Pretend that it's not worth it
Pretend that we can fix it
Wrap my arms around you
Pretend that I will hate you

Falling in the deep end
The colors that surround you
Play upon my heart strings
Flailing in the water
Gasping for air
But dragged down to you
I'd take the drowning
Just to feel your touch

Let's watch the flowers grow
Dance in the moonlight
Lay in the sun

Let's watch the flowers grow
Pretend this is a nightmare
Pretend that we are happy
Pretend that we're not sad

Submitted: Sunday, June 28, 2009
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