To many abandoned moments.
The river can't run dry.
No more strangers passing bye.
Dodging all the lights.
Living all these lies.
You can't change my mind.
Even among summer skies.
A flower not watered wilts away and dies.
Becoming nothing more then dirt and earth.
In a position of discomfort.
I sit and wonder.
Where did I go so wrong?
Leading a stray straight into decay.
I watched her burn and did nothing.

Ace Of Black Hearts

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/watching-a-flower-wilt-away-and-die/