Love-
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,
just like how I let go of him.
