When I met you I felt as if I
were walking through a beautiful flower garden
With variety and colour
Different discoveries everyday
With beauty not horror
And it was fun
Much enjoyable
Till the fruit were no longer in season
And the petals started to peel
Till the trees began to wilt
And leaves fell of their trees
Till the sun hid
And the cold came in
We used to be happy
Now it only feels like sin
I still walk through the garden though
I don't care what its turned into
I still love it the same
But i think about the old one
I miss the setting
I miss how it made me feel
~H1
