A rose,
so beautiful in it's whole,
slowly wilts.
Petals fall,
one by one,
until there is but a stem,
and how terribly devastating it is,
such a sight of lost beauty,
but symbolizes a greater entity.
One loves with all their heart,
only to fall victim to the pain
when it vanishes ever so quickly.
The pieces of their shattered heart
fall one by one
as the petals of the ever beautiful rose.
Piece by piece,
it falls a part,
until there is nothing left.
Just an empty void,
waiting to be refilled.
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