#mysticspells

I took a walk in the garden

With someone who has my heart taken

We then gazed upon it's beauty.

We walk in the path that is not taken,

In a place full of daffodils, 

I was amazed to see a beautiful red rose.

Not in a pot, but in his hand.

He handed it to me with a smile on his face.

Just like the rose, my face turned into red.

We hold hands and continued walking.

Very sweet as it seems. 

Death-

At night, my mind is an abyss full of rambled thoughts,

but no matter how hard I try,

the thought of him will always be permanent.

Though I know he does not feel the same way anymore.

But as long as the rose he gave is alive, 

I'll never lose my hope for him- for love.

Last night, I slept beside the rose,

and watched it as it's petals fell off.

Comparable to his love, which is fading away. 

I cried alone, in the corner of my room.

Death of love-

I remembered how he used to held my hand-

the way he used to hug me tight.

My tears fell down my cheeks,

As I saw the last petal fell off.

I knew by that time, he had found someone.

Someone who deserves him.

Someone I know better than me.

I picked the last petal of the flower he gave,

I opened the window next to me.

The breeze of the wind, is unbearably cold.

and is extremely strong

I then let go of the last petal,

Ako rin. HAHAHAHA