There is only a sorrowful poetry left in the midst of all the tears that were shed. The withering of petals,
has left me broken and not knowing what to do next. Your colours have faded, you are unrecognisable.
A perfect lie was once spoken when I kissed your petals, the moment my lips left your petals,
you lost your colours and you slowly withered to nothingness.
Where my lips poisonous, to your blooming petals?
You lost your light, whilst you were trying to be sustained by mine…