Flower like love: Rotten and Dead.
To our love,
which was once Vivid.
Gradually turning dull and grey.
Like a flower,
bright and beautiful when it blooms.
Just a few days pass by and it begins to rot.
And nobody likes it,
Even the parent plant disowns it after a moment.
And there you see, the petals falling apart.
We fell apart the same way,
with no odds of us ever getting back together.
Neither do I hope to,
seeing our escalation from vivid to grey.
.-Ananya, The Verbal Seduction.