tiny broken pieces and a faint memory of you

beside the pillowless bed-ninety four

she lays down by the bed
her legs touched the cold floor.
she's never that flower anymore
she fights back to life,
with a few changes around
she lays down by the bed,
and she rethinks every thing that she has done.
maybe she changed,
but a new her is none
a tear she shed,
then she lays down
she led her soul
to where she thinks it's right
a message is a message
that can never be repeated
so then she waits for autumn
where the leaves will fall with herself.
that's all she said,
beside the pillowless bed.