My love is a gentle rose, Always being played with and torn. But, when I met you, Hope for that rose, roared like a lion.
We laughed, we talked, We always thought positive. Our friends cheered us on Like a crowd at a concert, Waiting for the encore.
But, then that one night, When you thought of the negitives Not the positives. You insulted my frirends, But the one thing I can't unserstand Is why you insulted me.
I whispered to the shadows in my dark corner, Hoping, wishing you could hear. Waiting for that apology Is like a five year old, Waiting to drive.
So, now my rose is engulfed in tears. That little hope gone, My gentle rose, dead.
ii_Lunatic Charm_ii · Sat Mar 22, 2008 @ 09:13pm · 0 Comments |