The dead flower growing within us

These flowers I brought for you, they died.

It makes me sad to see that you never watered them,

but your actions seem too familiar.

After all, you never watered my love and here it is,

lying dead in front of us.

The never ending smell of the lavenders have gone,

and it breaks my heart, yet again.

The love I had for you didn’t leave when you were alive,

it left when your soul slowly died as I saw the beast behind the noir eyes.

My tears fell wondering why it was just your soul that had left,

why my soul was left behind, and why I was the one stuck in this sadness.

In the end, I was left with my wrinkled eyes until slowly the lavender I had given you also died.

The scent it had always kept left me,

And with that my love for you is gone.