A single petal crumples to the ground,
Just one tear drop, never to be found.
Crimson gossip that vain leaf once had been,
The prettiest flower of the bunch; colored sin.
Blossom now wilted, their group will end,
Even best friends, will sometimes not mend.
If you take one thing that spills from my head,
Think back and remember all the things you said.
Sweet nectar drips into the river's water,
Lies, now memories, of what things once were.
Innocent beauty, gone along with the rest,
Yet how have we lost such passion, such zest?
Dirt rumbles beneath my feet, shaking me apart,
Words of ignorance, bliss, nothing from the heart.
No longer will I need to stay here, taken away,
Be kind with the roses that are left after today.