Hello Rose, I longed to feel you,
Love is a curious thing,
He says he loves the flower,
but he plucks it, out of its roots he takes it,
Then he places it in an empty vase,
Pouring the waters of life on a day to day base,
But they say the wildest flowers have the most thorns,
I felt the bites and the things, into my skin morph,
I paused, and cried with my face beneath the sands,
"If that is the price I have to pay,
Then as God as my witness, I have no qualms"
This is all I'll ever be, a sacrificial lamb,
They say plants don't scream when they die,
Your tears glistened deep where they were,
But the sound I heard wasn't that,
It was the fact that perhaps the moment in fact,
That there our love died and didn't remain intact,
Where doubt filled me, and you, I couldn't outlast,
I broke the walls, I tried to,
But in the end, the higher the climb,
The harder I fell,
I don't blame you for what you did to me honey,
Because even now, I cherish every one of your thorns,
Life isn't a fairytale, I've had ones of my own,
So let me be the one to say this:
If you leave, be wild and free,
And if you again choose me,
then I kiss the hands that killed me,
And may from the ashes it resurrects me.
Because Rose, you don't deserve a second glance,
You are a treasure, around you I felt I wanted to dance.
