When you look at a flower do you see its future, do you see its death or are you mesmerised by its beauty?
A flower does not encourage commitment it is a replaceable beauty much like my heart was to you.
Did you only see the beauty in my eyes and not the deep longing behind them?
I was your temporary touch to your life.
You replaced me.
My roots no longer receive your water or my petals engage your stares.
When did I whittle away in your eyes when I was really in full bloom.
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