Pink rose
Blue rain
Laying on the asphalt road
Holding the last rose
The sky many grey shades
Clouds varying color to color
Wet clothes
Wet hair
Laying in a puddle of water
One with the earth
She heals me drop by drop
Me and my dying rose
Quiet road
Quiet heart
I may break again tomorrow
I am reminded as a car speeds by
It splashes me with murky water
Headlights piercing the sky
The nights quiet,
my souls at rest,
cars splashing continuously,
my brains a wreck.
Cars speed by,
I\'m easily a threat,
headlights inching closer,
causing a shiver on my neck.
Sky being pierced continuesly,
with murky water I\'m soaked,
my heart being broken spontaneously,
my feelings for the pink rose,
are cloaked.