The Rose

She sits there quietly

Holding the red rose he gave her

In her very hands

She's staring at the rose

Wondering what the true meaning

Behind it is

 

She's lying there

The rose still pressed between her hands

Her hands bleeding from the thorns

That are now stuck in the skin

Of her fragile fingers

 

She crys as she looks at the rose

For that rose is all she has left of him

That and the memories

She posesses of him

 

She sleep there

Dreaming of him

And what it would be like if he was still there

 

The love she had for him was true

But the only thing that remains is the slowly dying rose

 

The rose that HE gave her...