I collect good memories from dark times, though they never happened.
Why do blue flowers become green when they die?
Have you ever noticed red roses turn purple when they dry?
She's a whole new garden
I dwell in my fear of all the things that never happened to me.
I sink in the thought I'm just an old rusty farmer, it's time I learn how to plant something new.
And maybe one day, a not so distant day, I'll let it grow with no hesitation.