Only if he could escape her mind
No longer will she drag the memories behind
Thoughts leave her in a state of unrest
Holding the desire that’s pounding in her chest.
He planted a seed inside her head
The flower is growing, it’s not yet dead,
Approaching the skies and reaching for you
Something so beautiful, noble, and true.
The rule still stands, one must be devoted
She withered inside as about him she doted
Cupid shot without an aim
One heart gone and one in flame.
Remembering the moments they had once made
She stood tall, confident, and unafraid
Like a flower beginning to bloom
Just as the moment that ended too soon.
Desire dried up the flower to death
Leaving her with just one single breath.
Now too timid and ever so weak
Forever is lost, she’s unable to speak
Goodbye to a journey they will never know
Their Love is a flower that never shall grow.
September 13, 2011