Planted with love,
watered by compassion,
fertilized with the light of our presence.
But it was all an illusion,
for the it was planted in betrayal,
watered with disappointments,
fertilized with lies
and maintained by fakes.
Our roses were red,
but now they are dead.
Weak and brittle petals,
crumbling beneath my feet.
Jul 25, 2019
Jul 25, 2019 at 3:59 AM UTC
Planted with love,
watered by compassion,
fertilized with the light of our presence.
But it was all an illusion,
for the it was planted in betrayal,
watered with disappointments,
fertilized with lies
and maintained by fakes.
Our roses were red,
but now they are dead.
Weak and brittle petals,
crumbling beneath my feet.
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