It slips away as we grow,
just like a rose thats loses
its pedals,
drying up from the sun with
every day it fights
to be loved,
it's broken and limp
from all the stress,
it has only one last breath,
as it reaches the point
of endles battle the
pedals curl and begin to crumble,
as not in life it will
be remembered but for
that moment it was forever.

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