Dying Flower By Shelby Rose W
Growing from different roots,
Yet never felt like we were didn't flowers.
We are though.
You have sharpe thorns that hurt me,
but you can't tell when you do.
Even when I try to explain it to you.
You hide secrets from me.
You try to make me jealous with the buds that grow from you,
but it doesn't really work cause I always cared about you.
Yet..
Now I am finally growing into a tree,
And you are dying from me.
It makes me sad for a friendship to last so long,
to end so fast.















