You handed me a white rose
I turned it red
I'm glad I'm the one you chose
But you see, this rose is dead
Still full of beauty and grace
But it has lost life's race
Drooping petals, wilting flower
To live, it has not the power
I am this forgotten beauty
The rose is just like me
Loved by so many
Yet, they don't see
This white rose, red
Wilting and dead
Like my wrists in blood
Once a beautiful growing bud
Now crushed on the ground
Laying in the middle of
The secret path you found..... |