Look at me now

I'm a dead rose

I was beautiful and bloomy

and now my petals are rusted and black

I want my beauty back

someone to love me

water me

give me life

I'm layin against a crack

someone tell me why

I need the suns energy

and the rains moisture

what could a rose do to fight?

were does my soal go

layin with life of nomore

I wanted to grow

and grow

and grow

the most bautiful rose

but it's to late

I wasn't watered

there was no sunlight

or protection

I was picked

and given to a humans that love lived

now they threw me away

like they threw eachother

why should I have to pay

for the hurt they had on one another

I'm gone now

I'm a dead rose

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Written By Esra Chebli