JUST ONE

the flowers you gave me, i kept by my window
the picture you gave me, i kept by my bed
they used to have such magical powers
they used to make up that piece in my head

i'd start the morning by gazing at those flowers
i'd smile at the picture before leaving the house
they gave me such strength to carry on the day
they gave me such love that i wouldn't stray

BUT...

the flowers have withered
the picture has faded
they no longer hold the love that you had

they're merely momentos of painful occasions
now stained with tears, blood and unreciprocated love.

find me a flower that would take this pain away
find me a picture i can look at and say
"someone i love gave me this and he loves me right back."

it may seem easy-peasy for someone like me
to find another flower, another picture, another kiss
but i'd trade whatever i had for this...

...one flower that's withered, one picture that's faded.

god only knows.