Pedals fall off a once
beloved rose.
Now it withers away
and is slowly fading away.
Its pedals crush
and shatter into a million
pieces as if they were glass.
Just a simple breath of air
makes them shatter to the ground.
Its leaves slowly float to the soil
soon after the pedals are gone.
The plants around it
outshine the once beloved rose.
Its colors once magnificent
are now gone completely.
Its beauty is gone forever,
never to regain the love
it once had from people.
The once beloved rose,
is forever gone.
Apr 16, 2014
Apr 16, 2014 at 2:08 PM UTC
Pedals fall off a once
beloved rose.
Now it withers away
and is slowly fading away.
Its pedals crush
and shatter into a million
pieces as if they were glass.
Just a simple breath of air
makes them shatter to the ground.
Its leaves slowly float to the soil
soon after the pedals are gone.
The plants around it
outshine the once beloved rose.
Its colors once magnificent
are now gone completely.
Its beauty is gone forever,
never to regain the love
it once had from people.
The once beloved rose,
is forever gone.
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