Crumpled rose

Crumpled Rose

Who falls in love,

with a crumpled flower?

The beauty of its past lingers,

The sweet fragrance on your fingers.

Now shriveled, broken, torn

Reduced to a state forlorn.

Will you still keep it around?

Still cherish it, like the day you found?

If so, I am yours, she cried,

For like the flower, 

on the inside, I have too died.

My spirit broken, my beauty lost,

My demons have fed on my soul

My heart bears the cost.

Will you still hold me close?

When I am nothing but a crumpled rose.



© Sneha P [Rights Reserved]

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