Posted on January 16, 2018
And I wonder, If his love would die like the flowers he gave me did. Bloomed majestically Full of love, full of beauty Now, To dry, to die. And I watched how their brilliance fled Petal by petal, down to the floor. And for days I kept them here For I knew, they are nothing now, but once they were everything. So I will keep them here Watch them sadly, to remember what you gave me. These flowers, Drained from love he once gave me.