RIP: Roses & Relationships
Flowers, they eventually die,
just like everything else in this world.
The roses were still fresh.
I picked the petals off one by one.
They were in my hand, and I crushed them.
I took them to the backyard and put them in the compost.
It would create something different and new.
Which is what I was going to do.
The relationship was once blossoming,
but it had died.
Now I await for new roses.
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