Lost in the dark,unkown but seen                                                             ­                                                           A beautiful night rose,masked in the lighting darkness.                                   Waiting for the last sunlight.                                                        ­                     To sprung it's beautiful reddish petals.                                                              Worthy of the moon's praises.                                                         ­                But scared to be recognised but denied.                                                            The fear to take a step to the light.                                                           ­      And attract all the mocking eyes.                                                            ­               A fear to be rejected through time.                                                            ­                                                         As if the light was a crime.                                                           ­                    But though, feel so right.                                                           ­                                                            So retained itself from dreaming.                                                        ­               But tries to keep on smiling in the darkest lighting                                                         ­                                                            But ends up sorcking in tears.                                                           ­            Cause it's disguised beauty is now fading.                                                        Without a stare of the sunshine.                                                        ­                   A regret to have let go, but not held on to the last atom of light.                      A regret to leave the earth bare.                                                            ­            Without it's on mark on it.                                                              ­                                                                A regret to have not been loved.                                                           ­                 To be worth a tear shadding,as it fades