The flowers in the flower vase
Red and withered
On the table where I stand.

The flowers that have been there since the day you left
A year ago
On the same table you placed them.

Every Time the date turns 14
Of February it hits
reality hits.

You left me,
and left those flowers there as an apology.

Now everytime its valentines I remember the day you left my life,
leaving me alone with the memories of you when you loved me.