Wasted Flowers
Sweet Regret
I am afraid this time, that it's too late
She sat waiting for my return
I wasted the flowers she loved, on her grave
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Watching as the cars went by, still I chose to make her wait
Hoping in her drive, my car would turn
I am afraid this time, that it's too late
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Too blind to see it was her heart I'd break
To selfish to be concerned
I wasted the flowers she loved, on her grave
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Loving me through all of my mistakes
But I was too busy to be disturbed
I am afraid this time, that it's too late
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How many heartbreaks can one body take
I was a fool to be so self absorbed
I wasted the flowers she loved, on her grave
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If I could turn back the clock, and have one more day
I would show her how she was adored
I am afraid this time, that it's too late
I wasted the flowers she loved, on her grave
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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Comments (2)
Good job on working through your grief or helping someone else with their grief.
Well-wrought and what a beautiful central theme, melancholy though it may be.