Rose
She Rose
She rose...
She was a blooming flower,
watering herself with lots of showers,
He came in and picked her as she was the brightest bloom,
He took her and promised to water her on a daily, to trim her safely.
Days and months went, his consistency changed.
He stopped watering her, it was like he enjoyed watching her lose her bloom.
He stopped changing water in her vase and went on to pick other flowers.
I guess she was no longer beautiful enough for him to love or give attention...
Although it is natural for her petals to fall off when blossoms die away at the end of a bloom season, his words and neglect fastened the process of her dying...
The words were like Thrips to her precious petals.
Her growth deteriorated with each day that passed.
He was like midges for her growth. Her buds stopped opening...
Her purity got tainted with all the resentment she had. Her petals turned grey then black.
He scattered her while he thought she was dead...
He was done with her
He thought there was nobody who would want her since he was done with her
He made her believe she was nothing anymore.
After he scattered her and left her to die, her stem got hold of the soil, it started raining.
She allowed all her leaves and petals to die so She can regrow.
It started raining.... she rose
