Withered Roses

In 2015 I was in your Dm

With so many messages hoping you’ll see them

With a great personality hoping we could be friends.

Hoping you’ll be aware of my existence.

In 2016 I was at your heart, hoping you’ll open for me,

Hoping I’ll be part of your and symphony thought.

Hoping you’ll have fun feelings for me a lot

Despite the fact that, you’re snot.

And so you did, I was overwrought

In 2017 we were lovers of the year

Never saw each other cry or shed a tear

Because seeing each other down was our greatest fear

But at point we were no longer in love

I knew a third party was involved.

14^th February 2018, I was at your door,

Knocking vehemently, watching you ignore

I looked smart and wore fragrance

Full of ambition and importance

But what was the essence, of dressing to this extent?

“Maybe you went on a date with him”, says a voice within

Or maybe you locked up yourself, reading!

I know you woke up to withered roses by your doorstep

They were still fresh when I brought them.

In 2019 and beyond, I wouldn’t be the one

That would be referred to as “your own”

I’ll be gone.

#Leenah