If the flowers spoke
They'd scream what he wrote and
Spill the secrets of his secret plans.
And they'd babble
On, and on,
About what they saw and what they heard,
Nothing would be concealed. Not a single word.
If the flowers could speak
Their talk would reek
Of betrayal, and deviance,
Of heart-breaking arrogance,
That would drive him to the edge of
Insanity,
And it would get the best of he,
So the man would break and shatter
And fall apart. And it'd be his entire fault.
For,
If the flowers spoke
They'd tell all.
And it would lead to the assassin's fall.
And perhaps this is why the man chose
Flora to tell all to.
For secrets cannot slip, from a flower.
For they cannot speak.
They don't have such power.
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This drabble is about Marluxia's flowers, and how they're probably the only things the dude can trust. Afterall, flowers can't say a thing ;)