• The blue rose
    Glisens in the morning dew
    It looks so gentle
    But is killing you inside
    Because it reminds me of who i cared for the most
    And it makes me want to cry
    I think of you in silence
    Never speaking your name
    Crying to myself
    And holding you picture in the frame
    i visit her grave
    Crying to myself
    Silently speaking your name
    Wishing i have never seen
    The blue rose