Wilting like a rose
that you left alone to die
you forgot all about me
pushed me to the side
Now you want me back
but it's to late
I'm wilted like a rose
to a point where I'm past being saved
You let something so precious
end so fast, like the last petal of a
rose crumbling to it's death
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem