On that day, a single rose fell away.
Resting on a child's head.
They looked up into the sky, and yet, no scene was shared with them.
They looked away, and time flew by, and finally then, she died.
They've blown away, into the wind, like a dying rose.
Taken to the breeze, again never seen to humanity.
Eventually, they'll fade away, not coexisting again.
Those feelings that once blossomed have now grown away.
Roses have always been involved.
They decide their life, controlling every aspect.
The rose, a single petal, frail, yet strong and bold.
Will they back down, or accept the crown?
The choice is impossible, so they fly now.
Into the sky, flies a rose, beautiful and bright.
Its roots have fallen, it's thorns sharp and vicious.
Eventually, the rose will die, untethered to the ground.
Craving what was once lost empathy,
Craving what was once regained sympathy.
Welcoming this feeling of apathy.
YOU ARE READING
~Poem Book~
PoetryLike a Diary, This Book will be, Through my head blows a breeze, it makes the leaves freeze, Orange leaves falling down, This is my story, and I won't let it drown.
