Jan 30
I took each flower
Given me by you
I placed them in a jar
To dry and to keep true
Forever thinking of you
Who knew
That love could be
Like a dry, brittle flower
With no longer hope of life
Given me by you
I placed them in a jar
To dry and to keep true
Forever thinking of you
Who knew
That love could be
Like a dry, brittle flower
With no longer hope of life
