Change is inevitable. But when the seasons would you would as well. Falling as the last flowers I brought you. Lifeless as they dried out and became forgotten about . Grabbing the freshest ones to recover and plant away for later love. That later love never came back.
Between the pages the stem remained. Longevity. Purple represented her power of luxury. She no longer desire peace or pride from my garden.. from rags to riches , I later on didn’t match who she really was. Queen pin statue. The past didn’t allow me with a hall pass. To be consider for good times you struggle to have when you couldn’t. When you would go a wall. With me being there by your side to make you strong to give you strength to bang out. To portray as a women that has it all in the matter of minutes to the women that felt she had nothing. To be nice when you was down. I would never forget how you made me feel for my birthday. And looking ahead. I knew the storm of purple flowers were coming. I would never seen it coming the way you changed. You worked hard to get where you are today. Not once did you look back, and stare in my eyes of wonder lust to come join. For the temporary moments. Someone else shared that moment you were born again. Someone else felt you were there girl for that night. Someone else got that nasty , freak hoe, lets do everything sex. Someone else felt those butteries. Someone else experience that beautiful smile behind the heart you were Shielding. Lilac was the color she once’s told me to bring to her garden.