𝑨 𝑺𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝑻𝒐 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑽𝒐𝒊𝒅 [ 𝐶𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑑 ]

Dead In The Beginning

I planted a rose and scribbled a prose. I extracted blood from my heart and did use it to form an art. I wrote and wrote and my words made the rose grow. But as I was about to finish, the red rose became bluish. One by one, the petals fell. Its thorns became a cell. I tried to revive it, but the thorns on my hand a slit. The whole thing was anxiety. The excitement that I was feeling was just a fantasy. So I decided to stop writing and I made an ending. I marked an ending to a love that died in the beginning.