My dead flower.

My love was like a flower,

Just sprouting for the first time,

But it slowly started to fall

Each and every time that he lied

It’s not the love for a ordinary boy

But for a dad

He’s suppose to overwhelm you with joy

But he didn’t and this story is sad

He told me he loved me unconditionally

But then one day he told me to leave

He said I don’t want you anymore

And then he forcefully slammed the door

I haven’t heard from him since.

I’m grabbing the rope

And tying it around my neck in hope

That soon my pain will end

But I never got to make ammense

That’s the story of how my love flower died

All because of a man that lied.