These Flowers

These flowers I picked for you, so bright, so beautiful,
But I’ve kept them for far too long.
Though their colours fade, I love them just the same,
And I can’t bear to throw them away.

These worn photos of you and the stories I cling to,
Echoes of much better days we knew.
These memories wane I know but I don’t have to let them go,
Even though they cut so deep sometimes.
 
And I can’t find the words to tell you,
What you mean to me right now,
And I’m so scared of never feeling,
The way I did when you were still around.
But I keep praying for a miracle,
And I keep hoping for something more,
And I never knew I was lonely,
But I’m even more lonely than I was before. 

I walk these city streets the places we used to meet,
But without you there is not much I recognise.
I miss the way we talked, the endless nights, the morning walks,
And always knowing you were just a call away.

And I loved all the things we did the places we went, the things we said,
And laughing out so loud that the whole street heard. 
If I could do it all again, I wouldn’t change a single thing,
I’m so grateful for every moment we shared.

And I can’t find the words to tell you,
What you mean to me right now,
And I’m so scared of never feeling,
The way I did when you were still around.
But I keep praying for a miracle,
And I keep hoping for something more,
And I never knew I was lonely,
But I’m even more lonely than I was before. 

I guess all things must end, even though I still pretend,
A hundred messages but no reply.
When you’ve got nothing left to lose and you’re just trying to make it through,
You do what you do just to get by.

But life keeps marching on, each fleeting moment so quickly gone.
And although I try I keep falling further behind.
Seasons change, rivers flow,
 the moon still rises, the sun still glows.
Although I lost the fight I still can’t seem to let go.

And I can’t find the words to tell you,
What you mean to me right now,
And I’m so scared of never feeling,
The way I did when you were still around.
But I keep praying for a miracle,
And I keep hoping for something more,
And I never knew I was lonely,
But I’m even more lonely than I was before.