A withered rose stands at the side of the bed
A reminder that’s forever in their head
A withered rose that was once bright
In time that rose had lost its light
A rose was given on a normal day
It was given to a girl by a sunny bay
The rose was red with the sharpest thorns
The scent was similar to that of newborns
The girl kept the rose to see him once more
The girl knew what the rose was for
The boy knew he’d see her because of that rose
And so they both decided to stay close
But after some time the two fell apart
Leaving both with a broken heart
And the rose withered and decayed
Leaving two people who require aid