love is the slowest form of suicide

"BOOM" went the thunder, and it all came together,
the darkness dwindled and the lightness shone through,
the vines rose up, capturing the lonely carnation in his thorns,
if ever to let go, to shatter her bright petals,
and as the petals fall to the ground, trying to be picked up,
over, and over again,mourning for the hold hold of the vines again,
and as the vines cry,wondering how to get his carnation back,
she lies on the ground, about to end it all.