for when i was first brought into this world,
to when i found my first "love".
baby's breath so pure, sweet and delicate
like i once was.
do you see the irony now,
as more baby's breath now sits on my desk.
time changes people, as i am no exception.
oh how i wish life were different,
so many things i would love to alter.
but all that may just as well be a dream.

pristine and innocent,
damaged and corrupted.

who in the right mind
would still send me baby's breath?