I have a beautiful sentiment
Broken-hearted like a pricked finger on dead rose
As the pricked finger bled the ocean of its pain brought to life by life's fickle ways
As the Dead rose awaited its revival, morning soon overtook its half dried petals
Dying to be revived with soil, love and water this dead rose will never falter
Waiting for a touch of life, on this ever lonely journey
In this life i await this ever dead roses fickle painful journey.