Disheveled

I see myself withering  by time like wilted petals  collapsing to despair  concealing loud screams the tint fading Indeed, I am a flower,  disheveled  -SHREYA 

Petals

Petals  Silky and velvet  I feel to touch it  Yet stop myself  Not to play with its pure essence  -SHREYA  Featured image source: Pixabay