petal falls

A perfect stem  holds the perfect bloom thus wasted held by the mistaken perfect image brews hands held a promising future awaits he said pure gift for the idiocy awaited tears on the verge of falling some words will just be needed after the gifting it is her most treasured gift removed thy thorns so the sly will not be pricked hence thy thorns hurt its own being self care! be cautious! didn't apply to its own string poor rose got picked ignored after the stolen fragrance