Withered

Withered my word may be but it is still a word to be

Withered my emotions upon this paper

Withered my heart on this world

Withered away like yesterday

She’s come and gone like a rose blooms and withers away.
So beautiful at first but then he leaves the stage with a lost feeling.

As if the worlds color has all but faded away from time

But in our hearts we know what is to come again

We know that she will bloom once more and present her bright colors to my eyes

So withered I may be, and so this lonely old heart.

Withered these words for the last time.