Posted on January 16, 2018
And I wonder, If his love would die like the flowers he gave. Bloomed rapidly, Full of love, full of beauty. Now, To dry, ready to die. And I watched how their brilliance fled Petal by petal, down to the floor. And for days I kept them there For I knew, they turned into nothing, even though once they were my 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.