Count the petals on me.
How many do you think?
Each petal represents something different. 
Part of a trial so unique with each.
 
A time I carried you so low
A time I didn’t let you go
A time we thought would last
A time now thats past
A time where things were new
A time where we grew
 
A time now that’s gonna go on. On for better or for worse. Either of us can make it hurt the most because that’s just how flowers go. The pedals on me aren’t embarrassing even when they shrivel up on me. When The time comes again I’ll make new flowers so pretty and sweet smelling. The petals before may have made you sick but the petals now most probably make you thick. Beyond the new look are still the old roots and when changes are made they don’t always stay because flowers do die but flowers do come back again.
 
- J.E.W.