🍎: 🥀Our Dead Flower
Green, a color so full of life
yet it means sadness
The color a stem should be,
But pure darkness covered it slowly.
As I gave you our first flower
A dull one, yet so full of happiness
Covered in those sharp thorns,
Petals just like the night forms,
Overly flourished, ready to get buried.
That rose was out of life,
But I wanted to bring it back alive
Tears of blood, shredded
Us, I try to make mended
A rose out of life I tried to save it
Poured all I had because our flower is worth it.
I planned to bring that rose alive
But still, that rose was out of life.
Just like our fate,
Dead and forbidden,
Ready to be forgotten.










