Flower
Petals of red
Is nearly said
To bring romantic value
The petals young and new
As weeks pass
Declining mass
Petals fall
Unable to hear it's call
The roots have died
Did their best not to have lied
Water could keep it alive
But declined to strive
The color fades
As it stays in the shade
The flower, once bold
Becomes unknown and untold
Finding itself replaced
Being faced
With lies
The strings of death ties
