#MemoryGarden
here I am again
treading the path I once loved
the flowers have weathed
they used to represent our love
different colors , different meaning
red , yellow , purple , pink
buh now its all dark
the garden that was once a symbol of our love and life has become dead just like our love
all that is left is the soil
dark and crumbled
just like my heart
the memories of the garden are now the most bitter and flowers have become my worst
because they attract bees that make me numb
so now I need a quiet place
to redeem and maybe plant more flowers to see if I can recreate our memories