Sitting Among This Bed of Flowers.

I can remember when we would sit in the park, surrounded by a content and adoring silence.
We didn't need words to describe how we felt.
Sitting among this bed of flowers, bright, lively, promising.
It was just you, me and a perfect world.
Your eyes did all the speaking. You had such beautiful eyes.
hand in hand, mouth on mouth.
I would give anything to go back to sitting among that bed of flowers.

Now we sit far apart, lost in a painful silence full of remorse.
Feelings unspoken, Thoughts unsaid.
Sitting among this bed of flowers, wilting, decaying, forboding.
With a heavy heart, we lost each other.
Your eyes harbour a thousand tears. I miss your beautiful eyes.
Back to back, pain to pain.
Oh how I yearn to still be sitting among that bed of flowers.