Her petals are torn

The delicate, soft, nature of her being has been altered.

Something has changed in her.

Her innocence has evaporated into the atmosphere,

like the carbon waste flowing out.

He left a blemish on her perfection,

took her love,

and stole the sun.

Where was her savior?

Did he not see the wrinkles on her heart?

She is left to float,

She is not grounded, she has no stem.

Her home is changing.