Fading roses on the windowsill

I look at them and I can almost see

I can see the lives that each crumbling pedal represents

As they

Fall

Fall

Until they can no longer go any longer

They can’t go down beneath the surface

And they can’t go back up to being the beautiful rose it once was

Full of life

An abundance of color

Once that color fades

It can never come back

Now all we have left are

Dead roses on the windowsill

Dried up pedals on the kitchen floor

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Heyy i took a lil break, from here but also just technology in general. Plus I have very few ideas and little to no motivation sooo. Anyways, I hope you all are well.

I’m sending you all my love and support. You guys are so loved and so talented. 💙