Losing you was losing me.
I feel it at the pit of my stomach
You are done blooming with me
We were two growing flowers. A rose and a daisy.I knew I was losing you from the time winter was coming to an end.
Slowly and very painfully.
I was always so delicate and you made me strong.But how am I supposed to be strong now that not even my petals had grown in?
Spring arrived.
But I didn't bloom.
Your beautiful red petals flourished.My time to grow took a longer pace.
You were picked out of the field.Picked out away from me.
I mean, who would pick up a daisy over a rose?
After all I wasn't fully bloomed.They could've waited for me and picked us both. They could've picked another rose.
Why did they take you away from me?
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