| Wilted flowers looking so | |||
| Sad | |||
| Forlorn | |||
| Once so pretty | |||
| Smelled so sweet when | |||
| They were first | |||
| Picked | |||
| How is it this | |||
| Has | |||
| Happened | |||
| That something | |||
| Once so precious is | |||
| Now so | |||
| Worthless | |||
| Tried to | |||
| Capture their | |||
| Beauty | |||
| Brighten up my life | |||
| Bringing home a | |||
| Bit of | |||
| Magic | |||
| But in trying to | |||
| Hold them I | |||
| Destroyed them | |||
| Trying to hold them I | |||
| Lost the | |||
| Joy they first | |||
| Brought | |||
| Now all I | |||
| Have | |||
| Left | |||
| Is an empty memory | |||
| More rubbish to | |||
| Get rid | |||
| Of | |||
| Lost it all in | |||
| Trying to | |||
| Have | |||
| Could've let them be and | |||
| They might still | |||
| Possess their | |||
| Beauty | |||
| Could have | |||
| Accepted the | |||
| Moment | |||
| Enjoyed them and | |||
| Then | |||
| Moved | |||
| On | |||
| Left them to | |||
| Bring joy to | |||
| Others | |||
| Left them for | |||
| Others to share | |||
| Let them | |||
| Be | |||
| But I had to | |||
| Have | |||
| Them | |||
| Trying to hold on to | |||
| Something I could | |||
| Never | |||
| Have | |||
| Need to learn to | |||
| Cherish their | |||
| Beauty | |||
| But to let them be | |||
| Enjoy and then | |||
| Walk | |||
| On | |||
| If I'd wanted to enjoy their | |||
| Beauty | |||
| Again | |||
| I could have gone back | |||
| Instead of denying them | |||
| Their | |||
| Roots | |||
| Ignored what they needed to | |||
| Continue to | |||
| Be | |||
| In my selfishness | |||
| Trying to please | |||
| Only | |||
| Me | |||