Jasmine

These flowers wilted, like your love for me.

And I have this memory,

This memory of you.

In my head,

As clear as a photograph.

An image od you holding my hand.

Forever on my mind.

I wish I never let you leave.

Watching you walk away, nearly killed me.

Blurred by poison,

my eyes can't see my mistakes.

When you left, my lungs gave up.

I'm a shell of what I used to be,

I'm a shell of what i used to be.

All I have is this memory of you.