she was made of
r o s e s
he was made of
f l a m e
she was oh so
d e l i c a t e
he was full of
s h a m e
he trodded on her; ripped her petals to
p i e c e s
her petals slowly
f e l l
she scrambled for her
p e t a l s
but he took them all
a w a y
it was the falling of her
l a s t
that made that girl
d e a d
if only it was
f a s t
but it was cruel and it was
s l o w
he was the
f l a m e
and she was the
r o s e
and he burnt her
d o w n
