Wilted Rose
Like a rose
Our love grows,Ever so beautiful,Bright and full of color,Nurturing it,Feeding it,Watering it,Giving it everything,It needs to survive,And thrive.Then, we stopped,Once it peaked,Becoming complacent,As the petals began to wilt,Turning brown,The stem curling upon itself,It began to die,More and more,Each day,Starving for attention,Needing love and tenderness,Water, food,But received nothing,Until finally all the petals,Had...