The Dead Rose

I saw you red and fresh in the morning;
So pretty, so blush and so full of love.
Now I stand by you all alone, just mourning,
Wishing we could go back in time, just to see you alive.

See, I'm just like you in a way.
Used, misused and mercilessly thrown away.

We both look strong, spiny and self-centered,
But behind, fragile, fragrant and soft hearted.

Only if they saw what hurt us both inside.

I can't stand to see you this shattered.
Your lips brown, leaves dried, petal scattered,
Crumpled and twisted, just like I am.
I swear when I took you to him, I meant you no harm.

You bled to death for me; a martyr of my love.
Now it's my turn to follow you; I'll become your eternal love.

As I see my blood reddening you again,
I feel the ultimate sleep in my eyes and there's no more pain.

Only if they knew what killed us both outside.