Does he really love me?
Or is this how it feels...
To be a wilting rose petal,
Falling,
Discarded...
So surreal?
What was once so vibrant,
Is now dead and gray.
I curl up in the corner,
Head hung in dismay.
Disappointment surrounds me,
Like the shadow I should know.
My tears shine and glisten,
Illuminated by a candle's glow.
One more tear falls,
Like a petal adrift in the wind
Then I start to wonder,
Is this punishment for all my sins?
Feeling at last pushed aside,
I can go back to feeling numb.
Worthless like a dead petal,
Is that what I've become?
I sigh and walk across the room,
A thoughtful look upon my face.
I reach for the dead rose,
Hanging limply from a vase.
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