You were a rose.
You smelled so sweet,
And looked so beautiful.
Though you had thorns,
Every ***** was worth it to get to hold you.
Petals softer than silk.
Your green leaves are a reminder of the vine from which you came.
But just like all flowers,
You withered away.
Your once sweet smell,
Turned sour.
And your once soft petals,
Turned brittle and brown.
Soon a new rose will grow in your place,
But i'll never admire it as much as I admired you.
I'll never see the beauty that I saw in you.
I'll never smell that soft sweet scent that you had.
And their petals will never be as soft as yours.
I'll never love them as much as I loved you.