Forgotten Flowers

Like the touch of your lips,
Would tell me softly of the love that we missed.
The heavens know the story of you and me,
But for now they're sleeping silently.
You created my dream from the pieces of our hearts,
Then you simply walked away and left a tragic end,
An unfinished melody of the love we used to know.
I can't quite say the words, of what has faded far away,
An unfinished song, an unfinished verse,
Only one forgotten bouquet left behind on a bench.
A dream awakened gently at the dawn,
And you will feel these words when night is gone.
Now you're the only one left in this story,