• Love is like a rose
    So sweet and filled with a wonderful aroma
    We always want to be next to it
    But it was not meant to be

    When we see a rose
    We rush to it and grab it
    The intoxicating smell washes away the pain
    For the smell is the greater of the two feelings

    We hold onto it
    Not willing to let go
    The rose is beautiful
    Even with its countless thorns

    When we are separated from the rose
    The feeling and smell leaves us
    With a feeling of emptiness
    It is gone

    Then the pain rushes forward
    And we begin to break apart
    So we are left standing there...
    Just... bleeding...