Wilting Rose

Once she was a beautiful rose
Not a single blemish
But it would not last
Her time was coming fast

She had done so many wrongs
And it would soon add up
She would have to face
A counter bitter taste.

She had looked so perfect
But the surface was fake
She was like a thorn
As inside she would morn

Now she is wilting
She is falling apart
Shes far from perfect
As she wilts from neglect

Now shes barley noticed
Not cared about nor loved
Going through so many woes
She is seen as a wilting rose.