The Wilting Flower
The flower you gave me was a rose
Not a pink rose or a Red one
But a White rose
When things were okay
Between us
it starts to bloom
But when we started fighting
It started wilting
It kept wilting and wilting and wilting
And i couldn't do anything to save it
Until it died
I knew then
That you were no longer mine
But one day it bloomed
And everything was okay
It stayed like that
It is still blooming til' this day
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