The rose I once had now crumpled and dead
All of its petals finally caught up to my head
The godly like beauty that I once saw…
All of it, the whole flower erased and gone
I thought I had one flower just one to hang on to
But I guess all the flower found was me and my truth
The rose died and the thorns finally grew out
All of its thorns silencing my mouth
The thought of happiness I once got from the flower
Guess all the joy now is just want and desire