Flower Plateau

It's pretty late, isn't it? The day's done, Midnight draws near You mischievously glance at me I carry you away to our room Along the way, I think Of all the last four years have given me Scar tissue that I wish you saw Warheads all rusting in peace Four years ago, I was still so innocent Fresh eyes, clear mind Chasing some distant dream Through a lush, lovely forest And in a massive clearing, I found the dream And took her in my arms She ripped herself away before I could blink And dragged me down into her suicidal spiral It took months to escape To pull us both out My eyes became jaded And her innocence was given to another Latching onto a beam of light I clung to another Treating her emotions like a toy And feeling that I was making her stronger I became addicted to her quickly I lived to repent my sins And repent I did As I became the toy to her And in that time, I headed west Trying to ease the pain of loss Dragging yet another soul down And running when it became too much I've yet to apologize for that Maybe it goes without saying But if it doesn't I send my prayers and sorrow to her skies And as I walked upon the plateau Where nothing but weeds grew I found a single flower Weakly blooming under the dust That flower would change my life And alone I sat on that plateau Blooming alongside it Blooming alongside you And as time passed The plateau began teeming with flowers As my life and yours Became increasingly intertwined My sorrows melted away Every loose end that caused me strife I went back to tie up And close another chapter of my life My thoughts come to a halt as I look upon you Your body under mine, our heartbeats in sync I take you in my arms and press my lips to yours Here atop this flower plateau