bitter sweet memories,
lay gentle on her mind,
another place,
another time.
The love
of my life,
that i have,
left behind.
she feels betrayed,
battered and beaten,
all through her mind,
she feels like a woman left behind.
Once her heart,
a beautiful rose,
now her heart tattered and torn,
as it starts to close.
Her mind wanders,
her soul at bay,
maybe love will bloom again,
i hope and pray.
A woman,
that has lost her bloom,
her heart melts,
as it goes back in her cocoon.
But one day,
her heart will start to bloom,
and i will be there,
to melt that cocoon...