𝙹𝚞𝚜𝚝 a 𝙛𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧 ıŋ a 𝐟𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞. . .

I'm torn,

I'm torn, my petals 𝗯𝗲𝗮𝘁.

Sinking,

Sinking, below your 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘵.

Smashed,

Smashed, stem no longer 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐧.

I'm broken,

I'm broken, why cant you ѕєє?

I'm nothing,

I'm nothing, a speck 𝚞𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚗.

In the end,

In the end, a flower was never a ƬЯΣΣ.

//𝐶𝑙𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑒//