death
i used to writeout of spite but now i draw words to match the singing birds
there once was a rose
that stood on its toes
looking out his garden
he picked it up
for just his luck
wasn't she quite the beauty
locked away
in a cage
her petals start to wilt
light doesn't shine
water doesn't find
upon her broken body
he admired her
from a distance
his smiles
became frowns
as her last petal dropped
he cried and cried
asking why
why did you have to leave me
but no answer came
for she was already gone
the last of her petals draining