Both of us tried,

You know we did.

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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