Vines

The vines were beautiful in their time,
flowers blooming sweet and fragrant
slowly fading to yellow and brown
drifting crumbled to the ground
trampled on by uncaring boots
little bits of fragrant dust
leaving only roots buried deep down
they wait for love to bring them ’round

So much like what’s left of me
buried down for none to see
traces of a sweet perfume
gently wafting ’round the room
withered and alone
’til once again love brings it back
sunshine and rain are what I lack