Pretty pink petals
Have finally caught fire,
It's crazy how the smoke smells so sweet
Like those old summer afternoons;
Dancing in rose meadows.
Blinking; capturing each direction.
We truly believed
Those flowers could never die;
We could never die
And that was okay with us.
Everything was beautiful;
You even swore you'd love me forever
One night when we layed star gazing
Next to the roses.
You promised me the world
And I was okay with that
Because You swore our roses
Would never wilt.
That was all that mattered;
Now they're all ashes,
Nothing but a burnt meadow,
The rose graveyard,
I call it.
You couldn't keep a promise to save your life.