I find the remains of what used to be
The grimy residue of the soul
A reminder of long ago
Clinging to my very being
I cringe at the thought of our history
The stain of the past
I regret you in every way
But I confess
That I never loved you
I was too afraid
I knew inside your love would fade
Fade green envy into jade
And you would fall away
Every day
But today I've learned to say
Flowers bloom and flowers die
And sometimes your heart will cry
But flowers bloom and flowers die
To risk love you must always try
Your flower has run its course today
But under the petals your remains will stay
To dirty the hands of others like me
The hands that hold your memory