Withered

I am a bell flower
Blushing when you pass by
But reality is a bee
And I feel the pain
As I stare, endlessly

One day you picked me
And there was the unrecognizable spark
I have been waiting
All year round, with the hope of never fading

A beautiful lady with amazing eyes
Is the last thing I see
The cold water with endless needles
Punch through me
I can only dream about you and me