Flowers

Putting my black rose on the grave
The final resting place of the
Memories we made

Once vibrant red
The passion burned bright
But passion turned lust
It wasn't love
am I right?

I accept the white tulip
The one you left at my door
But forgiveness isn't something
You need to search for

The fire burned
The flower died
Charred and blackened
But I cant help
That it still looks lovely

Our love was a time
I look back on fondly
It wasn't meant to last
So with cyclamens in hand
I'm letting 'us' go

The sad truth is
Though it was nice for awhile
The past is the past
And it wasn't quite love

Flowers bloomed
Now they're willted
Seeds buried in their ashes
Letting new things grow
From our mistakes

Please accept this yellow rose
Its my gift to you
Cherish it
Love it better now that we're through

Pink carnations
forget-me-not
With the rose on our grave
In my heart you'll always
Have a spot