Close your eyes my dear and look st into the night can you invision all the forgotten loved ones with wilted flowers or is that to much a heart break to see the dead with wilted things. Don't you wish you could fix it all with your beautiful flowers the way you fixed me or is that too much to go after something that will just die again like myself, what do you when I leave am I just thought in the back of your mind or am I entire heart throb.
