Let's see roses.
So pretty yet dangerous,
I want one, to be like them.
I grab it with my bare hand.
Blood trickling down my arm as I have the perfection in my hands.
Looking down...
As it wilts with my warm touch...
The rest fades away as I realize it will be gone.
Drip, drip, drip
the sound of my opportunities
when they fall slowly to the ground below
Left to die...
