Smashed rose on New York City sidewalk.

Both of us tried,

You know we did.

Rose petals on a New York City Sidewalk.

One rose of a soul,

We felt like kids.

Then one of us fell, 

Or were we pushed?

Onto the sidewalk,

Where we were smushed. 

And now we’re alone,

Our love became trash.

Stuck to the shoes,

Of strangers walking past. 

The flower destroyed,

But the petals remain.

Our lives will go on,

But we’ll never be the same.

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