Jasmine

These flowers wilted, like your love for me. And I have this memory, This memory of you. In my head, As clear as a photograph. An image od you holding my hand. Forever on my mind. I wish I never let you leave. Watching you walk away, nearly killed me. Blurred by poison, my eyes can't see my mistakes. When you left, my lungs gave up. I'm a shell of what I used to be, I'm a shell of what i used to be. All I have is this memory of you.