Flower sadness
It's almost as if I was a flower to you.
You picked me.
You tore me apart.
You were indecisive.
You loved me, you loved me not, you loved me you loved me not.
There are no more petals(chances) left.
You loved me not.
Just another flower left to die. Why would you pick me out of all the other beautiful flowers? My heart could have been strong still, but you picked me, now i'm in pieces. I cannot be put back together. It's over and there is nothing to say.