My heart pains,
When the fruits rot,
My dear oranges that i love,
Lose their color,
Become so bland,
They look dead,
I feel sorry,
I could devour them,
When they were happy,
And now they're gone,
I just have to bid bye,
Forever and ever,
Their smell that I love,
Fades away,
The perishable scent,
I don't like it.
I only wish that I had eaten,
When their life gave me a chance.
I should've eaten.
They are delicate,
I shouldn't do this again.