• One petal falls.
    Slowly... it hits the ground.
    It shrivels up,
    and looses color.



    Each petal gets picked,
    slowly falls,
    lands and dies...



    Just like that,
    you tear me apart...



    You take-
    and take.



    But never give...



    Now all thats left of me,
    is a stem.



    Nothing..



    No beauty.
    No color.
    No life.