Wither

At first I thought it was nothing For you to plant that small seedling Not knowing what it was Waiting for it to grow I suddenly felt This great urge to know I picked up a rose and searched for you Place after place, day after day The rose starts to shrivel and wither It seems like the seedling you've sowed Has sprouted to something yet unknown To my surprise you've planted a heart But you never cared for it You left it alone As it also withered

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