Wade on top of roses,
   not immersed in thorn and leaf

Time with people I learn to know, is,
   always far too brief

My heart is in a nose dive,
   each new friend makes me bleed

But with each new wound, I,
   find isolation, what I need

To heal I must remain above,
   apart from what I seek

On top is where the flowers are,
   far from a lover's cheek.