My garden is wilted

My world is backwards

My view is tilted

So I can view forward

The roses are dead

So maybe they could meet you in the afterlife

I don’t know grief

But I can picture what he looks like

The bloody red faded so quickly

Now that the petals have dried

I think they’re pretty

Now that they don’t have to die

Anymore

My roses are wilted

Because they asked me not to take care of them

They said they wanted independence

They said what they said

The world falls apart

Every time anybody leaves

The world drops from the brink of flames

Every time someone breathes

My flowers are wilted

And I don’t know who you are

But my view is tilted

So I won’t risk being wrong

_I’d _put out the flames

_I _would save the roses

But as I have said

My view is tilted

And now I’m at the point where

My roses are wilted