A withered bunch of flowers
Are protruding from a vase
Constantly reminding of
Bitter love that caused the scars

Once a bunch, so bright and fresh
So pleasant was its scent
Drooping now... so sadly
All the romance is spent

Wilted dreams of happiness
More petals start to fall
Leaving barren, thorny stems
No love remains at all

Flowers, so symbolic
Of the true love we once found
Crushed and broken, slowly die
Upon the stony ground