I feel like...

I feel like a rose,
dropped on the floor.
My petals brushed,
and I'm left to fade away.

My beauty forgotten,
as I slowly die.
Now I'm nothing,
I have no beauty.

Roses are a symbol,
a symbol or love.
Why do they represent love,
when they eventually die.

I feel like a rose,
dropped on the floor.
My petals brushed,
and I'm left to fade away.

Left on the ground,
as I'm forgotten.
Stepped on and kicked,
left there to sit.

Will I ever be seen,
ever be picked up again?
Will people on day look,
just on last time and say,
wow she's beautiful...