• Wilting flowers swaying gently in the breeze,
    Struggling to live for another day,
    How could the bloomers live with the guilt,
    Of breaking ones heart to injure another?
    Enough.
    Be grateful for the people that helped your heart.
    For us.
    The wilting flowers swaying gently in the breeze.
    For us.
    The wilting flowers that love someone they cannot have.
    I am sorry for not having faith,
    I love you,
    Thank you for letting me bloom.