Little Bit Past

The flowers are wilted      
sting in the air      
leaves mourn      
dropping  in despair      
held on tight      
still our hands slipped free      
all seemed lost
we broke our decree      
strived for salvation      
redemption for me      
flowers stayed dead      
Iost all belief      
carryng the weight      
of all the dead leaves      
the rose not bloomed      
lily yet cast      
my beautiful bouquet      
i loved you till the end      
and a little bit past