Seperate Gardens

Tulip, daisy, or maybe a rose,
whereas poppy, jasmine and hibiscus you chose.
So what we're both flowers?
It doesn't really make a difference.
You say you love the way I am,
no matter how different we are,
from texture to fragrance.

Why did I believe you?
Why did you lie?
Why couldn't you stop yourself?
Why'd you let our flower die?

Don't you realize my dear,
that was the only thing that connected us.
Because even though our worlds are wide apart,
It represented our love it was my trust.

Wilted and torn I lay on the ground,
and for miles and miles I hear not a single sound.
I guess without you nothing seems to be good,
I guess in you trust can't be found,
I guess it never could.

No matter how many words you come up with,
to show me that you're sorry.
It won't change history and it won't lift the lid,
With which you ended our story.

Because I'm a rose and you're a daisy,
no matter how much with God we plead and bargain.
And to grow and live we can't change the fact,
that we belong to seperate gardens.