I’ve been thinking of a flower.
A flower that has the same colour as my heart.
As fluffy as my woollen scarf.
With a distinct scent of loneliness.
Why did I not notice for all these years?
Such vibrant and exotic colour.
However now she’s wilting.
With falling leaves and broken stem.
I wish I had found her sooner.
Watered her before she ran dry,
Treasured her with my warmth.
before her petals fell.
This piece is for you,
My aqua coloured rose.
