The Flower

She blooms so bright

She seems so right

She is so strong

Her life should have been long

It all comes crashing down

Without a single sound

She was so young

But she was one among

Us all

The lights fall

She is gone

She's not coming back

I will always recall

The day she slipped

out of my grip

There's no way to get her back

That is just one sad, simple fact

There my flower goes

She was my rose

My beautiful Primrose