years of flowers bloom,
roots run deep,
roots holding my broken heart tight.

balanced humours,
intertwined but equal and balanced.

years of flowers bloom,
roots run deep,
roots ripping my broken heart apart.

faith once strong,
trust now lost, swept away in my ocean.

no more flowers bloom,
no more roots running deep,
new bulbs planted, while old ones rot.

no absolution, no release

memories, old
unforgiven,
conserved in earth,
to fester deep.