They will be missed

Red flower

She was a rose, bright and full

Red and rich, but her thorns would pull.

She grew and grew with sorrow and age

Her petals spread and out grew her cage

But one day, a boy picked that flower

He broke her heart and she turned sour.

Her thorns and spirits grew wild

Rose's face was one that smiled

But she lost that gift

She did indeed, rather swift.

With a shattered heart, she began to wilt

Her stance cracked, she shook with guilt

She caved in, hating herself

Rose lived no life, she sat on the shelf

Because the world had taken her love

She cursed the heaven, raining hate from above.

She didn't fight or even try

To stop her beauty going by

Rose just gave up, like that, so quick

Nothingness hit her dead like a brick.