Verse 1
These flowers were red, now they’re bruised and dry,
Every petal a goodbye I never got to cry.
Arranged like a eulogy I never spoke,
A memorial in glass, under grief’s slow choke.
Chorus
Withered bouquet, laid across your name,
All the color bled out, nothing left to blame.
Each thorn a memory I tried to forget,
Each stem a promise, broken in regret.
Verse 2
The room still breathes where you once stood tall,
Now silence answers when I call.
I keep them here because I can’t let go
Even rot can feel like hope.
Chorus
Withered bouquet, laid across your name,
All the color bled out, nothing left to blame.
Each thorn a memory I tried to forget,
Each stem a promise, broken in regret.
Bridge
Time doesn’t heal, it just hides the wound,
I trace the outline of the empty room.
These petals fall like the words I saved,
Pressed between pages I never gave.
Verse 3
They say flowers die, but love survives
Then why does it feel like part of me died?
I water their ashes, I sleep in decay,
I visit the grave but I can’t walk away.
Final Chorus
Withered bouquet, in the shape of pain,
Held like an answer I can’t explain.
Still fragrant with loss, still sharp with truth,
A shrine of thorns to the ghost of youth.
Outro
If love is a garden, then this is what’s left
A bloom in reverse, a soft kind of death.
Withered bouquet, I still let you stay
Because beauty hurts more when it fades away.