Dry flower

My heart is like a flower. A flower is beautiful and graceful. It blooms even in adversity. It's so majestic that its splendour charms people so much that inspired them to cut it and give it to someone they appreciate or/and love. My heart is like that cut flower you give to someone. I have given my heart and has impacted so many by its marvellous ways. But as a cut flower, the flower it's indeed dying. Dying slowly, slowly... slowly. The most impressive thing is how when the petals dry it's still beautiful. The flower it's completely dead. Rot to the core. The dead flower it's just a small ghost of the beauty it used to be. Yes, my heart is like a dry flower.