You took a flower from my garden, and left me with weeds
I opened the gate to let you water my life, and you brought wilted flowers, broken pots, and darkness.
You took a flower and held it close.
And felt your own thorns pierce your skin, and you felt the way I did when I was alive.
So you came back and we rebuilt each other.
I took a flower and so did you.
Mine was red, and yours was blue.
Always care for it for I am with you.