The truth Of you~

Blame got his hands dirty 
...yet still clung to the flower 

The single flower gave him hope and light 
...she loved the smell of the earth 

Forgetting all that transpired 
...Blame crushed the flower in his hand 

Blame was washed clean 
...yet his hands are still imprinted with shadows of 

The flower was crushed 
...in decay she still loves him 

He never once crushed her soul~