Roses

It's been a year and I hate living without you,

The warm and delicious breakfast you cook after a hangover

The smile and voice you give as you see me.

It was warmer, warmer than before when the world was once cold.

Can I have another shot of loving you?

The touch you give whenever I sleep soundly,

The delight you give when I take you out.

I never loved you but my body says something else.

Whenever I wake up without you beside me,

I always look miserable.

I hope you live a new life as I gave you a sorrowful and one sided love that you happen to have

I loved you too late...

The roses I gave you has already wilted...

and so is your love for me.