They bloomed but for a day

Now the roses have withered

The scented air just as thick

Bordering on stench

It was pleasant for a day

Now the roses have withered

In a sad, grieving sight much like a funeral

Though they are not mourning flowers, perhaps

 

They were happy, but for a day

Before the rain fell

Washing away the happiness

Now the roses have withered

 

Scattered petals

Thoughts, Memories

Only thorns left

They bloomed but for a day.