She left roses where she touched me
She also left thorns
My soul is sore
My heart is torn

I thought she had made
An irreversible mess
But you came along
And as you slipped off my dress

I breathed deep
In and out
With every touch
A new flower would sprout

Now I know love doesn't last
And I'm not expecting it to
And I know that these new flowers
Will soon turn to thorns too