You had once called me your flower.
That I blossomed into your life as they do in Spring.
That you were a man who never questioned himself, that was... until me.
You had once told me on that first night,
that you took me out and we gazed among the stars,
"It could all be so easy, if we just let it be."
And when the springtime ended, so did the man I used to know.
The gentle touch, the honesty in your eyes
And the cracks beneath this perfect image began to show
You stopped watering me with your love,
And my petals began to die,
And soon I discovered, that our story was all a lie
You had once called me your flower
As you did everytime you returned
You had once been the reason I thrived,
And now you are merely a lesson learned.