Post by fredy on Jun 17, 2009 5:57:32 GMT
Tonight I shed a tear in memory of our forgotten friendship
I watched the last petal fall off and blow into the wind
Leaving a dead and rotting flower with its thorns sticking high into the air
Pricking at my heart and soul
The petal flies by all of the other flowers
And looks down at their beauty as they mock the petal and what it used to be
The petal flies further and further away from its flower
And it wonders if it will ever return
It slowly is torn up by the wind; piece by piece,
Until there is nothing left of it but the thorny flower.
I watched the last petal fall off and blow into the wind
Leaving a dead and rotting flower with its thorns sticking high into the air
Pricking at my heart and soul
The petal flies by all of the other flowers
And looks down at their beauty as they mock the petal and what it used to be
The petal flies further and further away from its flower
And it wonders if it will ever return
It slowly is torn up by the wind; piece by piece,
Until there is nothing left of it but the thorny flower.
