Do not condemn me
To the life of a flower
I’ll think it’s a gift
I am beautiful, gentle
I smell soft and sweet
You’ll gaze at me
Like I’m the most romantic thing
As if I mean so much more
That what I am
Just a flower, a rose maybe
It’s not important
What’s important is that you tricked me
Because I’m wilting
My beauty is fading
And I smell like nothing at all
No one gazes at me
And I’m left alone with the realization
That no one mourns
The death of a flower