Welting roses surrounded by dead daisies.
Cold winds upon my chest that cause reflective pain.
Reminiscing about the love we once cherished.
Hoping I can find something I can love again.

I can't find the lost puzzle piece,
your reason for leaving.
Maybe I'm the reason that my heart is bleeding.
                                        
Am I looking for something that doesn't exist?
My one true love that can bring me sweet bliss,
But now I wrap up my wounded heart with words of comfort, and leave to plant a new garden.
With a dream that some day it will grow.

                                      
                                           ~Rainbow