Like a rose sheds its pedals,

Or a bird loses its wings,

We are all just parts

Of little broken things.

You must be strong.

Strong like a flower that blooms in the snow,

Strong like a tree that misses its leaves,

Strong like a book with untouched pages,

Strong like the girl who smiles through her tears,

Strong like the boy who can look her in the eyes,

And tell her

Being strong isn’t always worth it.

How long do I need to wait
To know your answer?

How long do I have to stay
Before you tell me to leave?

Maybe the next day
She’ll steal your laughter.

Just like she steals every good thing.

She’s a dead rose,

A beautiful flower withered and grey.

The air she gave off was once fresh,

A scent like summer,

A smile like lemonade,

Now her ashes cover the floor,

Like a broken dream, there they stay.

The sun will carry with the day,

A moon outshines the night,

Stars fight for the sky,

A story with every light.