Withered Rose

As a rose,
I laid among the bushes,

Observing people passing by everyday.

People stared at me,

For i was bright and vibrant.
They touched and kissed my cheeks,
As though they loved me.

As time goes by,
Petals started to fall.
I was crumpled and wilted.

Eventually,the petals hit the floor.

Pretty petals falling,
Beauty and stunning,after a while, smalling

No one paid attention,to me any longer.
No one wanted my crumpled leaves,my beauty was no longer.
I cried but no one could hear me.
People pass by without a glance on me.

My life has ended so quickly,
Leaving my petals on the path,
To be blown off by the wind.
I was a withered rose~

Thumbelina Rose