Just Like That

Awaken on the pedals of a budding rose, until bloom Slipping on the flowing pedals, to love's impending doom Landing on the stem, mere inches from a thorn Those pedals out of reach, although the scent is there to mourn Sliding down the stem then you feel a leaf You think it's another pedal, but it's just not the same. The more you try to climb back up, the further you slide down Nothing but stem and thorns are left, then you hit the ground And then it's over Just Like That

-TheNamelessPoet.com