I was a rose to you
You bought me
The only reason for i was pretty
You planted me there
In a flower pot
With little water to manage it the first day
With a little light to survive the darkness
And that was all i got
I was yours
All yours
But you treated me like i was a
Rose on the courner table of your bedroom
But i didn't give up
I spoke to you but you didn't listen
I hurt you but you didn't mind
I ran away but you just picked me up
After dozens of pages of your new book
Multiple raindrops hitting the roof
Countless days spent alone
I just couldn't take it anymore
I fell for the knife in your kitchen
Like fell the petals of a dead rose
And when you came there
I was already leaking crimson red
Like your wizened rose
On the courner table of your bedroom.
