Heres a dumb poem i wrote that sucks, but im putting it on her anyway..
The Rose
The rose once beautiful
Of a lively pink
Petals of silk
Has become all its not
Now instead of pink
You find a pale deadly tone
Petals of silk
No longer are found
Only petals of a dissappointing crust
What happened to the thriving rose?
Deprived of sunshine,
or was it the lack of reviving water?
Reviving water once thriving through her roots
No left a dry ashy grave for our rose...