I'm like flowers dying in good soil,
Before I was a Beautiful Rose,
I was in great soil, watered everyday, just enough sun,
Then you started fading,
Didn't water as much,
I became droopy,
Months passed,
No water,
One day, you came, and I was happy to be in good soil,
You started to water me,
I was healthy again,
The day came when you put me away,
I lay in a dark room,
Days passed,
I become sick,
All I have left is my rich soil.
You never came back,
And now,
Im a dead flower,
In rich soil.
