Every rose dies
Because all beautiful things come to an end
Either destroyed by the natural fires of the earth
Or by the wrath of humans of the dirt
With every birth
There is a death
As with every rose
There is a story
A story told by those with fairytale lovers
Or those with broken promises
Hidden by ice cream and watery storms
Romance movies and sad songs
But that's just one story
Packed in one rose petal
Because with every rose, there's a different story
And with every story
There was once a boy who said sorry
Or a girl who said please forgive me
So you closed your eyes and nodded
After all, you could see the beauty in the roses
So why not let the bad thoughts
Slip right through our noses