Broken resolve.

You tell me you need me,
I smile, and melt inside.

You tell me you miss me,
and the flowers blossom.

You tell me you want me,
and resolve slowly crumbles.

You tell me I'm a good friend,
and suddenly the birds are singing.

You tell me nothing at all,
and that flower droops a little.

You keep silent,
and it stoops further.

Don't let it wilt away.