With each petal that falls,
a tear cold and silent flows`
then splashes on a paper,
containing a lonely girl's only passion
poems of things so un real
dreams that would never come true, yet she could hope
storys filled with such life and laughter. . .
then she realizes, they are just more fairy tales
and her life. was no fairy tale
just another lie, another bad dream
left to be easily forgotten.
as the paper and flower all drop
and a girl is there no more.
all left to disappear
