bitter sweet memories,

lay gentle on her mind,

another place,

another time.



The love

of my life,

that i have,

left behind.



she feels betrayed,

battered and beaten,

all through her mind,

she feels like a woman left behind.



Once her heart,

a beautiful rose,

now her heart tattered and torn,

as it starts to close.



Her mind wanders,

her soul at bay,

maybe love will bloom again,

i hope and pray.



A woman,

that has lost her bloom,

her heart melts,

as it goes back in her cocoon.



But one day,

her heart will start to bloom,

and i will be there,

to melt that cocoon...