Her Withered World

She was on the remains
of her purples and reds,
small and large flowers.
Shaky little voices' reigned
as the withered petals fell.

So wrong call it was,
welcoming him full of trust.
Dropping all her guard,
just so to love with all her heart.

To cover how he poisoned her little world,
he steadily shown his warmth and love which all false.
It spread in alarming rate,
thus, made her heart broken.

Accepting the reality
of how wrong she was,
she chased him away,
the monster that cost her pain.

Deep within her,
she was boundlessly aggrieved.
Picking dead trunks, and sweeping dried buds,
truly, for her it was never been easy.

However she want to bring them back to being,
she dig the ground and bury them.
Shedding tears,
singing apologies,