she was alive
but i was dead
i watched my petals
shrivel up in water
i called her name
but she couldn't hear
my hollow cries
of despair and disrepair
i fell apart at the seams
leaf by leaf
cell by cell
i was just a dying lily
in an ocean of roses
she was my rose
my only one
my love, sweet and true
but she brushed it away
and i watched it disappear
my body withering under loss
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Poezjasome of these might not make sense but trust me neither does my mind