Aug 2015
Petal by petals shed,
Each petal holds bits of my soul,
The day it all sheds of this rose,
There will be no rose and no soul,
You'll cry then,
And there will be no one to attest.
Each petal holds bits of my soul,
The day it all sheds of this rose,
There will be no rose and no soul,
You'll cry then,
And there will be no one to attest.
