Fake Flowers

I caught the scent of fake flowers

blowing on the breeze

Like a sweet, gentle rain shower

and whispers caught between my teeth

Telling stories I made up

and kept safety in my hands

Old memories of us

until fate changed our plans

She kept our love in a vase

on a table by the window

Locked the doors, just in case

the wind decided to blow

Said we'd survive the madness

if we'd only hold on tighter

But those were just dreams, I guess

and I am only a writer

You know, the make believe kind

just old poems and nostalgia

The ones that flood the mind

making the soul feel alive

But they're like those fake flowers

never was and never wilting

Dwindling the hours

while the world keeps shifting