i was the roses he stopped to smell
red with potential
pure and young
his fingers caressed their ****** petals

i was the ocean he walked along
feeling the cool surf
i washed away his footsteps
beautiful and blue he said

i was his princess
regal and soft
i slept in his arms
dreaming of him

i was his morning
beginning his day
sweet brown coffee
only for him

his love for roses wilted
blue turned grey
my crown taken
sweetness lost

abandoned me

now im someone else's garden
and my beaches treasured
no-longer a princess but queen
mornings lovely and sweet