In the end.

It's about a break up I had 6 months ago.

In the end.

We used to be so happy,
Our love was strong enough to bloom glowing,
Red roses.
People would turn to look at us, 
Whispering upon themselves
Wishing they had a love strong like ours.

But,
That was far in the past now.
Our garden of roses grew brown,
And fell apart in front of our eyes.

No matter how strong our love was,
The fighitng was always stronger
And created a hurricane.
The wreckage was too great,
Far too much to repair.

Grabbing the rotten roses, 
We throw them into the slowly moving
Clear blue waters,
That was quick to drag the petals to the bottom.
We look at each other for the last time,
I knew this was the end of us.

From this point on,
We'd be the strangers looking at others in love,
Wishing we had a love like that.

In the end, 
I was alone again
With a garden full of empty memories.

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[alifeacoustic]

Beautifully captured Dayna Ann. The slow and painful demise of love, spiralling downward, like water down a plughole, until only the last few remnants of its existence are visible proof that it even existed. Great ending, no bitter recrimination, but a softly whispered memory of what once was.
The only thing I spotted which may or may not need correcting, depending on how it is read, is how the second and third line scans.
We used to be so happy,
Our love was strong enough to bloom glowing,
Red roses.
Maybe moving the word glowing to the third line..
We used to be so happy,
Our love was strong enough to bloom,
glowing red roses.

ust a suggestion, but thank you for posting. I really enjoyed reading it.