my rose is wilting
the petals are falling
day by day
the moon isn't there to protect it from the sun
its lack of water and food
is killing it slowly
the love beauty and passion is fading
its no longer the pretty flower
nobody wants to see a dying rose
nobody wants to help a dying rose
you're afraid of the thorns
its darkened so much it could poke you
so hard itll make you bleed
bleed the color of the once alive rose
so just leave
before it ends up poking you again
or you leave and make it die more
really
leave...
Jan 13
Jan 13, 2026 at 11:50 AM UTC
my rose is wilting
the petals are falling
day by day
the moon isn't there to protect it from the sun
its lack of water and food
is killing it slowly
the love beauty and passion is fading
its no longer the pretty flower
nobody wants to see a dying rose
nobody wants to help a dying rose
you're afraid of the thorns
its darkened so much it could poke you
so hard itll make you bleed
bleed the color of the once alive rose
so just leave
before it ends up poking you again
or you leave and make it die more
really
leave...
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