Wilted Garden

It was if I was six And had decided to finally grow myself a garden I had had the pot of dirt since I was born But I never planted a single seed

And then you came along You told me to follow my dreams And build you a beautiful garden So I did

But as soon as the flowers began to bloom You ran away from me And I decided never to water them again

So here I am with my same pot of dirt But now I have wilted flowers That I don't believe I can dispose of