Blossom

All the roses have wilted,
With the secrets they have kept,
And all the pictures we have mended,
Paint an image of regret.
The cold settles in,
And its shaking your bones,
You know you'll never be whole,
You shrink in your clothes.
The winter nears,
And the petals fall.
I lay awake,
And dream of it all.
Those roses watched,
As the dawns broke to days,
And the nights fell to secrets,
Of all the above.
All the roses have wilted,
And so has my mind,
But my memories stay,
Of you at the time.
Of the moon,
Of the lust in your eyes,
Of the smell of the air,
On all of those nights.
The snow falls,
And its blanket of lights,
Cover the tracks,
Of all of those nights.