The petals swirl
The clouds curl
Hearts are called
The petals fall
crammed with emotion
of the purple potion
Spitting from veins
I am appalled
Still the petals fall.
They will drop
It will never stop
Lives lost, at what cost
the purple potion is dished out
they are all washed out.
I wish I could fast forward
their lives then replay the mistake
But it is like a piece of cake
Cut, gobbled then gone
and then the purple hearts
and in their rose clouds.