And the rose wilts
Few to witness
What it used to be
A beauty blooming
As stems entwined
Like Lover's hands
As leaves reach out
Like a desperate whisper
And the petals turn red
Like the very heart that loves
No wonder it's the symbol
Of forever beating
Of forever holding
Of forever loving.
Of forever.
Showing the always
That laces us together
&& Until the Sun blocks
Light from reaching a rose
It will grow.
Then, neglected by rain
Neglected by sun
The rose will wilt
Can you consider
Something so gone
Something so dead
Beautiful in it's shadow?
So when the last petal falls
Always means nothing.
Always was a lie
Forevers on the ground
A treasured beauty dies.
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Why in the world do I like this one so much? I don't know.
