Tragedy Among the Rose

poem or something

The most beautiful rose amongst them all,

In these eyes and through the fall

Oh so tragic did one weep,

When she arose and walked away

Leaving one hanging on thy feet

And one would bet you never did see,

A pretty little lady such as she,

Her majestic ways would make your heart race

Out of time, into the miraculous great divide

Oh how silently does one's heart weep,

After such a beautiful rose reaped

Such thorns from her very stem,

Ripped in slowly into supple skin

And the memories can not heal,

The marks of thorns that dug in so deep

Oh how she makes one weep

She moves with the rise of the sun,

She does not stop until all is lost

Taking away your very reason to live,

She will not forgive

And if your heart comes to a halting stop,

Remember the ice that she so silently brought

For the memories are great, but the nightmares too real

You can't escape her hell

All forevermore, but forever-too-late

Oh how beautiful she was, but how subtle the hell

Up and down; falling, from the top of the hill

Like Jack and Jill we were born to stumble

And you wouldn't be alone if you said you heard the sound of thunder

In your memory, she resonates

Waiting for a moment in which she can devastate

Such a beautiful rose she is,

But like a double-sided knife

She brings you joy, but breaks you down

You'll try to forget her, but she'll always be around

To bring you up when you are down,

And break you down when you are up

Oh such beauty, no one knows

But you'll be damned if you are lucky

To have such a beautiful rose in your company

All forevermore, but forever-too-late