• Little flowers,
    Blossom in the garden known as my mind
    Growing happily; full of innocence, full of life
    The breeze blows
    And they dance

    Fragile, delicate
    That’s the way the little flowers are.
    That’s the way my hopes and dreams are.
    Fragile, the garden known as my mind
    These little flowers remind me of thee.

    Hypnotizing amber orbs
    Captivate me; pierce my soul
    Your eyes
    Devilish, yet tender and kind

    Little flowers,
    Grow in the garden known as my mind
    Getting paler; something’s not right
    A strong gale strikes,
    Making them tremble in fear.

    My heart skips a beat when I look at you
    But every beat, every one of them, is full of aching pain.
    It is said that a heart once broken cannot feel again
    Cannot beat again
    But alas, my heart has been shattered and torn
    Yet it beats
    Every time I look at thee

    I remember that night,
    Blissful, yet sad
    You kissed me, for the first time
    My first kiss
    It was too perfect to be true

    When I catch a glimpse of your face
    Words form, but never leave my throat
    “Don’t let me fall into the oblivion.” I try to say
    “Don’t let me fall into despair!” I try to cry
    I see you walk away, while I hold a flower in my hands.
    Blue, as blue as the sky can ever be
    “Forget me not.” I whisper

    Little flowers,
    Slowly die in the garden known as my mind
    Depressed; wanting the pain to end
    The wind blows,
    But they don’t fight it back

    Those fiendish, amber eyes
    Haunt the skies
    Over the garden known as my mind
    Torturing me, depriving my sleep
    Filling the flowers with an unbearable agony

    All you did felt so right,
    And I was so wrong
    Naïve, oh so naïve…
    I gave myself to thee
    Gave my heart to thee
    And you felt nothing for me
    Yet I did, and I still do…

    Little flowers,
    Lay in the garden known as my mind
    Dried up, with no life left; dead
    Dead like my hopes and dreams
    And are blown away
    With just a simple breeze

    Withered, shattered, and torn
    The flowers, my heart…
    The garden known as my mind
    Dead flowers lay at my feet,
    Getting soaked by my falling tears

    “You let me fall into the oblivion.” I whisper
    “You let me fall into despair.” I say
    There’s no response
    I’m all alone
    I grab a delicate, withered flower
    And I hold it on my palm
    “Forget me not…” I silently cry
    As I try to fight the tears in my eyes