Once velvet, a deep blush below the sun
You drank the morning dew, a vibrant fire
Your brief, bright, perfect dominance is done
Now a withered husk of unfulfilled desire
The crimson drained, a memory of scent
Your petals crumble a dusty heap
The thorn still sharp preserves the argument
That beauty too, must keep a morbid sleep
You lean your head, a fragile brown design
Against the vase where water turned into stone
A masterpiece surrendered to decline
A fragile heart that learnt to DIE ALONE...