I see frozen blooms.
I see the peak of light,
struggling to break through the grasps of the leaves.
I see thick fog
heavily coated with bitterness.
No chance did they have anyways
For they were shriveled from the start.

I see gardeners shaping the flowers
into what is wanted up them.
Expectations held high, and dreams kept low.
I see false hope making its way
into the heart.
Filling it with agony, and pain.
It could be stopped,
But she wants to see.

I see waves made into ripples
as petals fall.
I see flowers springing to life full of color,
but they are not his.
A single bloom sitting still in time,
unable to move forward.

I see pure white snowflakes melting
before they had the chance to dance with the wind.
I see a path that has already been walked
and an escape for the next.
As if it was prepared for the following.
For she always had one foot in
and one foot out.
Waiting would only bring more pain.
But she took her chances
because she wants to see.