You then find yourself in words of hers,
making scenarios in your head that never would happen.
Crying over the past that is where it all began,
why didn’t you value that love back then?
Those petals of her wasn’t a waste,
they were those pieces of her past,
they destructed her and made her.
You, when said, would keep her secure,
why are those petals worsened again?
I see that vulnerability in your eyes now, I now see that pain,
the one which kept her awaken in long nights,
desperate for the love she deserved, I see it now in your heart.