ROSE

Author: Abigail Campanie

It was given as a present
To show me that you cared.

But it never did bloom.

You tell me you care for me
You want us to be together.

But they never bloomed.

Neither the petals on the flower-
Or the feelings in my heart.

A dying rose.

You are the petals,
I am the water.
Without the stem-

We don’t belong with each other.