Roses are glamorous yet can be addictive,

Feelings are always proactive,

But you are more than roses,

Your name has a rose,

But you were neither mine nor has ever become mine,

You were someone who always makes me fine,

But you've suddenly changed,

And becomes a rose which is actually now strange,

Your scent slowly died,

Now, I don't know what to do when I am always tied,

Strengths are leaving me,

You as a rose weakens me,

But even though you've died,

I still looked forward to my feelings which I've really relied.