Choose To Grow

How beautiful it is to love,

So deeply, you are buried with your wounds.

Where I lay now, my body decays,

Yet flowers choose to bloom.

They cover my bruised arms and legs,

And the cuts on my thighs.

They fill the hole you left deep within my chest,

When we finally said goodbye.

Life goes on with each dream I lay to rest,

Like the dream of slow dancing with you,

In my satin white dress.

Where we would confess the love,

We fought for and chose to grow.

But all these hopes have been killed,

And I had to let them go.

For now, there is nothing more for me to know,

I only leave room for my flowers,

They always choose to grow.