In the midst of flowers,
Stands its heir.
Trading them for few bucks,
Desolated and detached.
Festive week, season of love.
Essence of romance all over,
There she lies
adorning someone's love
with red roses.
adding spark to people's love,
instead keeping her own in dark.
There she lies
Lost and lonely,
Flowers be her only companion.
whose petals she holds
and essence she breaths.
she wants to blossom again,
But she fears.
She fears to be tugged again.
There she lies
like a flower,
beautiful & adorable.
But lifeless.
Like a flower which is stepped,
Worthy not enough to be picked.
Stands its heir.
Trading them for few bucks,
Desolated and detached.
Festive week, season of love.
Essence of romance all over,
There she lies
adorning someone's love
with red roses.
adding spark to people's love,
instead keeping her own in dark.
There she lies
Lost and lonely,
Flowers be her only companion.
whose petals she holds
and essence she breaths.
she wants to blossom again,
But she fears.
She fears to be tugged again.
There she lies
like a flower,
beautiful & adorable.
But lifeless.
Like a flower which is stepped,
Worthy not enough to be picked.
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