By decode
It was lovely
That I cried when it died.
It perished in the palm of my hands,
As fast as you vanished yourself
From my existence.
It wilted as fast as promises did.
However, I kept it for long,
Because I had hoped keeping it
Would make me keep you back.
But here I am now
Crushing this rose, torn and all
with all the courage I have.
Bleeding now some things are sure.
Wounds do heal.
The rose is gone.
I’m free of your memory.
It was lovely
That I cried when it died.
It perished in the palm of my hands,
As fast as you vanished yourself
From my existence.
It wilted as fast as promises did.
However, I kept it for long,
Because I had hoped keeping it
Would make me keep you back.
But here I am now
Crushing this rose, torn and all
with all the courage I have.
Bleeding now some things are sure.
Wounds do heal.
The rose is gone.
I’m free of your memory.