What's the point in laying flowers?
If they just blow away,
Have you ever stopped for a moment?
Just to watch them sway.
And where do they go to?
Aside from the memory in your mind,
Wondrous, you look to heaven,
Did they really leave you behind?
And all of the pretty colors,
Do they match your broken heart?
Like the imprinted blue and purple bruises,
That have hurt you from the start.
And like the tiny petals,
So fragile and light,
Just like you they shatter,
As you bear your constant fight.
Beautiful like your memories,
You've caught over the years,
They survive by rain water,
But it kills you to shed tears.
And just like everything,
They only last a little while,
And they wither along with you,
As you try to find your smile.
And the stem in the middle,
Is so tender and shows care,
And just for a moment,
You think that their still there.
And like that single second,
It all seemed to be OK,
You waken from your splendor,
As you watch the last petal blow away.
