About

Things didn't start off easy.
Ive been fighting to stay the way I am, the way you liked me.
Little things remind me of you.
The sway of the trees,
the smell of a fresh brewed cup of tea.
The rain pitter pattering on the porch.
Your roses are dieing,
but thats okay.
They just miss you like I do.
Why'd you have to leave? Life gets lonely.
Especually when the one you care about has moved on.