My withered garden,
holds memories of what was then,
All the days and nights that we would spend.
A Broken rose compared to my aching heart
It's throne run through it like a dart,
The grass has climbed pass the sculptured wall
My body yet still begs for your call.
Trees go still and look live less
I remember how you made me feel so hopeless
I bend to look at the weeds that spread,
I kept on having pictures,as i did this, of you in my head
Slowly...
I pushed back the weeds
and I now notice I came upon some daisy leaves
Hope was distilled as I saw the fresh flower appear,
Now I could feel slowly you memories as they disappear.
