When We Were Young

ROSE.

Her petals may fall,
but she is still a flawless rose
Her petals may fall,
but she is still beautifully coated in crimson
She is a magnificent flower, just like herself
Delicate in every way
Hard to the touch, because of her sharp thorns
Sweet as the rose itself,
Sacchariferous in every way, even sweeter than the bees honey

Delicate to the very touch of my Fingertips
Like a newborns' hair
You are graceful, like the petals that Fluster through the open air

I wanted you
That's why I couldn't help and stare,
but the closer we became
I felt as if you weren't even there

You wanted me,
but couldn't choose
Either way, both of us lose
I wanted you,
because I knew I could treat you better