Her name is Lily.
It suited her. She was exactly like the flower.
She's as pretty as a lily.
Her flowery perfume which calmed me down, tempting me to just smell the fragrance the whole day.
And when it was time to bid farewell for the day, I would just smile and say goodbye with a smile covering my dejected heart.
But with a hope and certainty that I'll see her the next day, making it easier for me to let go of her at the moment.
Her eyes were the best part of her.
Actually everything about her was perfect! Especially her personality.
And when she acts wrong, I have to scold her because I don't want to see her fall down later on.
And I loved spending time with her.
That is until she starts talking about him.
And I hated him.
I was jealous of him.
I wished I were him, but I don't.
I liked her,
But she liked him.
She's the only one I see,
But he's the only one she sees.
She's the one I always think of,
But he's the one she always thinks of.
And like a lily, my feelings for her blossomed and are now slowly withering away with pain as I try to let go of her but I can't.
Dried up petals of me falling on the ground.
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Lily
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