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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 symphony and your thought
Hoping you’ll have fond feelings for me a lot
Despite the fact that you’re a 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 a point, we were no longer in love
I knew a third party was involved

14th 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 from 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 won’t be the one
That’ll be referred to as “Your Own”
I’ll be gone…
#Leenah


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