Dead flowers lay on the floor
stems cut to try and save the petals in failed attempt
One
By one
They all fall
Until there's nothing left at all
The Autumn chill indicating the end
For without death,
no one would miss the twirl of a sycamore seed
or the fresh face of daisies who have just bloomed
So as all the petals fall,
and I gently go with
Maybe I'll be missed after all
Feb 16, 2021
Feb 16, 2021 at 1:08 AM UTC
Dead flowers lay on the floor
stems cut to try and save the petals in failed attempt
One
By one
They all fall
Until there's nothing left at all
The Autumn chill indicating the end
For without death,
no one would miss the twirl of a sycamore seed
or the fresh face of daisies who have just bloomed
So as all the petals fall,
and I gently go with
Maybe I'll be missed after all
seasonal depression is a ***** not to mention she just joins clinical depression in a sucky duet
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