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.
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