My heart is a rose...
red with heat, pain, and passion

So delicate
so beautiful
  Once pure, white
   and as bright as the sun

Now stained by the blood of its peers 
Weakened by my fears
  And withered away
   from the salt of my tears

One day a petal fell
The pain it endured
  felt too much like hell
   It's experiences were to much to tell

Alas the last petal has fallen
All that's left is a withered away stem
  That's all I have left to give

I'm sorry...