When The Flower No Longer Blooms

they say that you never know a good thing till it's gone. you were a part of this world. but your name never sticks to my head. you were invisible to another's eyes for so long now, that you are barely recognized by the oblivious public. they used to care, they used to be inspired. by you. your heart, your soul. pure goodness is the only thing that fills your mind. love is the key to your survival, and to a lot who adored you. years and years passed on leaving a great transparent hole in my shallow heart. but when you; the flower who used to bloom beautifully, fell to the ground, the world shook. soon others followed you; they fell to the ground and crouched down so low, they can almost stop breathing. and they cried silently, leaving stains of great depression and despair on their faces. i was the roots below you. i never saw you; i never showed compassion. and when the flower was pulled away from its roots, i knew you broke something inside me. you left not a dent, but merely a great hole inside my soul. i was clueless. and yet i felt it deeply in my heart; the kind of sadness that you can't cry about. but the hole is cut deep, and will never be mended; my heart is broken and will forever remain broken. if only the flower is here to stay and still blooms like it always does. for my heart longs for it as it brings happiness to the world.