Your Remnants and Remorse

in a garden of rose, I was just a grass

We walked in a garden of rose,

We held our hands as we watched

the red roses bloom in elegance

you loved the roses so much

more than anything I could tell

But little did I knew, I was just

a grass in a Garden of rose,

The grass that you stepped on

when you leaned forward to

pick up one of the roses

I was never one of those rose