My eyes were just like the clouds that day
Dark
And full of rain
My tears streamed down my face and smashed onto the concrete floor...
Just like the rain
I cried in anger
I watched the beautiful little Rose die
Drained,
She lay there
As each of her petals fell off...one by one
I sat in the bed next to her,
Begging for an answer,
Flowers aren't ment to die, they're ment to be beautiful.

-Annabelle