If love is meant to make us happy,

And make our dreams come true..

Then I don't know what we have,

And I don't know what to do.


Endless dreams coat your mind,

Enclosing you in sleep.

There, I sit beside your bed,

While the flowers weep.


Everyone around me..

Keeps telling me the same thing.

'Move on, stay strong.'

Though, my heart is aching.


There's no sign of hope,

Or note that you're still there.

You're lost, and no one knows..

Who? What? When? or Where?


I will sing for you: I Miss You,

Rosa Pastel, and Roadside.

Because no one can cut the wires

And bonds that we had tied.


It's finally time to wake up.

To stop and smell the roses.

The sweet smell that lingers.

Under the tips of our noses.


Endless dreams coat your mind,

Enclosing you in sleep.

There, I sit beside your bed,

While the flowers weep.


I hope that you will come back soon,

But is hope really enough?

I guess we'll just have to see,

Wait for our Diamond in the Rough..