My Rose

Red petals fall to the ground,
Dying every second that goes by,
It’s been a year and you’ve not been found,
You left me here to cry.

I need to be alone,
So that no one can hear me moan,
I’m still waiting by the phone,
Remembering the scent of your cologne.

I don’t need a friend,
I need something that can mend,
My broken empty soul,
I need and want to feel whole.

I walk alone,
Cry and moan,
My dreams are torn,
I go and mourn.

A rose in my hand,
It’s for you,
I’m feeling something new,
A strange desire to be with you.

Dead or not,
Whether you fought,
Missing or lost,
Your still not here.

I start to sprint,
The petals are falling,
They stain the street,
I think I hear you calling.

I have the blade,
I slit my wrist,
The rose falls down,
Something in the mist.

The rose is red,
So is my blood,
You can see,
You’re running right at me.

You look worried,
Don’t be afraid,
It’ll be over soon,
I’ll be saved.

I’ll see you again,
I ask you one favor,
Take care of my rose,
I leave it with my lover.

This will end my suffering,
Don’t feel sad,
Bad timing I guess,
Don’t worry I’m not mad.
Please take care of my lovely dying rose.