The arguments would spill over, drowning the good in them
Today even the Tulips lean on each other
as if to console themselves of the fallout
Her garden once a place to be one with nature
Has become a weeds paradise
The outside of their home gave impressions
of love and care, these were the days of wine
and roses
Dry are the petals that were strewn about the house
and shards of glass from empty bottles broken
tells their life's story
Love doesnt thrive there anymore and the garden
weeps of better days and for her
Maybe she married too young, not allowing
herself to see the world, maybe it was his
fits of rage that terrifed her thinking
she knew him but not so
The years of verbal abuse would lead to
the physical, causing damge beyond control
Her body sustained proof of that and her
sanity payed the price as well
She gave herself to him on floral beds
only to be denied happiness though the
garden with it's many colors told a different story
Flowers gather in mourning this day, remembering
her now gone
Unlike the Dandelions that thrive as the winds
of change caress their softness and no longer her face
Today the flowers wilt and weep of floral sentiment
