Sadness
Let's face it: this isn't the happiest poem in the world. It opens with sorrow, moves on to grief, and ends with a longing for death. Hooray! Or… not. But hey, what else would you expect from a p...
Flowers
White flowers, red flowers, yellow flowers. Flowers our speaker doesn't like anymore, flowers she does seem to like (albeit in a creepy, suicidal way). Why so many flowers? Of course it has somethi...
Desire
Our speaker is no longer on good terms with desire, at least in the romantic sense of love and sex and spring flowers. In fact, in her disconnect from the world, she seems to really only have one d...