Lovely Rose

Yup people like each other in 8th grade, but yeah, they're teens, and here is a story.
Drew a Rose
He drew a rose
She knew what it was more than from those
Who never did anything
Listening to the melody
Of her voice
She waited for a while
Like if he was walking to her, for a mile
Its been more than one day
Then one day the rose will lay on her grave
If he does not care
But she will still share
The love that she felt
Before he even did
Not even the problems she dealt
From her to him
It said since the beginning

She did not rest in peace
Until she felt his presence
A stone lay beside her
On top of the flower
So it won't fly away
That wonderful piece of paper
She waited for so long

Now she will stop singing her song.