Flowers,
With roses in hand,
The life that we hope to expand,
It somehow died,
In a limited time,
Flowers,
The roses still lives,
How the feeling in thou heart before,
That once before bloom a loving blossom,
At the end shattered,
As the love hope for an everlasting life,
It couldn't manage to breathe air anymore
As at the end,
The torn of roses in hand,
Tearing your heart apart,
With too many scars,
A wounded and bleeding sorrow,
Flower,
The roses that was cherish but has a bitter sweet end,
It manipulated your soul,
A love that's hope to last,
It could no longer prolong to live anymore.
© Scarlet KyttyGirl Boundaries 2019
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