All about the floor
Are the memories I had
The loves I've lost
And the people for whom I cared
Destroyed are the irreplacable things
That I held dear
Nothing more than Roses
Symbolizing my pain
My joy, my love
My moments so dear
My sunsets, my laughter
My strife.
How could it be so easy
To destroy my life,
To take it away,
To burn the bridges that I built?
Futile are the atempts
To bring them back
To restore everything
And keep them safe.
My beautiful mistakes
My beautiful endings
My beautiful everything
Nothing more than petals,
Roses crushed on my floor.