ππππ ππππππ’ πππππππ ππ:@discardedPasts Love me not My petals blow within the wind a rose that's all alone, all that's letft standing from the unstoppable storm. A man approachs seeing me damaged takes me to his home, his grandfather clock ticks down slow. My time is short, I have not much left I sit by the window taking in what's left. He of course has a plan such a perfectly beautiful rose, why let It go to waste? Careful like a surgeon he carefully prods the damaged petals away leaving a rose that knows not decay. Setting me down within a glass, ready to preserve no matter how much time may pass. Resin filling slowly as my thoughts are down out, now only refracting the image of once was. Now perfectly preserved while completely alone, although still beautiful it's mind rots alone. β β β β β β β β β β πΌπππππ’ πππ