withered out roses, lets watch these petals fall. akin to the words that pour out from your mouth. the more you speak, the less i want to hear. as if your beauty degenerates with every word you say. stay silent my sweet, we both want perfection to last. best not to speak, preserve your beauty.
alas my dear, you fail to comply.
now this bush is all thorns with no flowers in sight.
just withered out stalks, no longer they twine.
how beautiful it was to watch perfection implode,
consumed by itself - without even being known.
"don't blame it on me," i said, "i tried to help"
"t'was you, that brought it on yourself"
alas my dear, you fail to comply.
now this bush is all thorns with no flowers in sight.
just withered out stalks, no longer they twine.
how beautiful it was to watch perfection implode,
consumed by itself - without even being known.
"don't blame it on me," i said, "i tried to help"
"t'was you, that brought it on yourself"
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