Flowers

I guess you were just a shard, didn’t realise how you stood so hard. Always ready to forgive, while I wouldn’t budge an inch, but honey I was there in the pinch. 

Your tears were mine, you outline fine. Sorry I was stunned by the light of my youth, in my hands I was holding no great truth.

Open palms reveal empty hands, and our love was a clocked on quick sands. I remember you holding flowers, but to turn back time is beyond any mortals powers.

D Jun 2017