Wisps of disappearance,
Drifting through the air;
Clear going hazy,
Left all alone.
The fragrance still there,
Rain of tears falling but
Rub it off or not;
Still wants it or not?
The flower was watered,
Nurtured and loved;
Oh! Just didn't realise,
It bear thorns.
So whose fault was it?
Whose blood dripped?
Why did it stung,
Stung so painfully?
Letting it go,
Or letting it remain here;
Decide please decide,
'Cause you're in pain dear.
~☆~✧~✧~☆~
Nurtured by blood and water...
Anna