Falling Petals

You treat me as a flower

From the side of the road

With its own pure beauty

You can’t let go

You hold me in your arms

Staring

Wondering

What I’ve been through

Staring

Wondering

What made me grow

Then you let go

When you walk through the door

And realize you have no place to put me

I fall to the floor

Like a dirty old flower

You picked from the side of the road

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