It'll Sprout.

             He still loved her, but not in the way like he used too.
             The seasons were changing, winter has gone away.
             He looked at photograghs but they weren't of
             her. She looked at memories while he couldn't look back.
             But he stook around trying to appease her, as she layed 
             back. A messy bed, and countless thoughts, but it wasn't
             love anymore but lust.
             
             She just wanted to be that pretty flower that grew in his 
             pot but once it died..it never grew back. They say that
             when it dies, you're supposed to pluck it out and if you're
             lucky, water it, give it light, food, and love..it'll sprout.
             

            She loved him, but not in the way like she used too. The
            seasons were changing, winter has gone away. She looked
            at photographs but they weren't of him. He looked at memories 
            while she couldn't look back. Seansons kept on sweeping by
            but yet even though it was summer again the air was still
            cold.

            Two strangers in one room, dirty plates, and argument
            after arguement. A bed made for one and a couch with
            a sturdy head rest. meaningless sex with no meaning,the
            pleasure has faded. But the scotch tape is in the shed
            and she was always the creative type. 

           It'll sprout
           It'll sprout
           It'll sprout

           they both thought.

          It didnt.