She...

The flower that you used to know had been killed and burnt by your flames..

She isn't here anymore..
She meant every single word..
Every look..
Every touch..
But in vain..
You were all the time in your chrysalis..

She was here once ..
She had that divine attitude..
She was walking around...
She had that beautiful necklace ..
That glamorous black dress..
But ..
All you could see was her wonderful neck..

You couldn't resist, you said!!
Was her blood that tasty? Was it that smooth?
It was red , you said!
Heavenly clear..
Lovely..
Angelic..
Innocent..
You couldn't resist, you said!!

She lied in front of you..helpless..tired..
With no energy..
No life..
She was getting blue as she was waning away..
You were getting stronger as you were relishing her essence..

She is nothing now..
She is nothing more than a dead leaf..
She gave you her blood..
Her life..
Her meaning..
She won’t bloom anymore..

As you were sacred to her..
She was so meaningless to you..
While all that she wanted actually..
Was a white flower and a red rose…