A silver light pierces
the quiet room,
A room of love
where a rose bloom,
Inside a glass
contained to doom,
Waiting for death
which is coming soon.
Yet an ember
approaced the rose,
Leaving traces of smoke
as it drew close,
Burned through glass
like nothing can oppose,
Giving air of hope
to the dying beautiful rose.

A sad past,
anger problems that last,
a mind that thinks forever,
a mind that doesnt stop never.
you so kind approaced me,
as scary looking as i can be,
asked if i was okay,
that really made my day,
I thank you for your kindness
for being there for me when i felt lonely,