Hyacinths & Biscuits

Untitled Part 20

Red roses lie crying, the lack of sun has them dying.

I am like a lively rose. Colored bright and love strong.

But then when it's dark, I can't get along.

Red roses lie crying. You stare at their beauty as they start dying.

I am a like a dying rose. The pain hidden behind beauty.

But no one can see as I sit and smile mutely.

Wilted roses lie dying. The small children rip off petals.

I am like a wilting rose. As my arms open wide,you enter with ease..

Each person rips off the petals of my heart as they please.

Wilted roses lie dying. The happy faces are suddenly shocked.

I am like a dying rose. You see that I'm wilting but don't try to save me,

You hold me as I cry, but laugh at my sorrow and feed me fake safety.

Dead roses lie crying. The red has seeped from their glowing petals.

I am a dead rose. The color of my lips no longer pink.

As heartbreak has kept me from sleeping a wink.

Dead roses are crying. Their thorns make you bleed.

I am a dead rose. My heart no longer beating.

All because I was the one you weren't needing.

Lay red roses upon my grave.

When my body is fresh, and my lips painted red the same.

So when they wilt, my roses and I will die together.

The only difference being I have been dead forever.