He keeps a locket of her hair
Folded up in an envelope
From the days she was there
Before that's all she wrote

He pulls it out from time to time
Finding time to reminisce
About the time they shared a life
Along with a kiss

And just as fast as all that
He slides it in the envelope
Thinking back to the time
Before that's all she wrote

Like a new flower
Love might go unnoticed, but
It's bloom is gorgeous

I wanna talk about you
And the things I miss about you
But you see, my pen is broken
And my heart has lost its rhythm
The words are crooked
And the paper is nothing but rejection
But let me just write this down
You were the kind of love
I planted on a flower ***
You were the kind of love I watered with silence
And you were the kind of love
That blossomed from a distance
And you were the kind of love that was just as equally painful
And yet it was also as hauntingly
beautiful.

to me,
you are
an art

                              to you,
                              I was
                              a tragedy