A single rose, I grab it
    Out of curiosity I suppose,
    Thorns dig in
    Thorns of love, pain and frustration
    Yet, I holdfast
    For letting go
    Is a concept I could not grasp
    Even though
    This flower is random
    As any flake of snow
    Blood runs from my hand
    A small part of me gone
    Forever lost to time
    Apart of my heart
    Lost to time
    Then the rose retreats
    Leaving holes in me
    None of which discreet