Grasping for dreams...

The first time I dreamt of the rose,
I was in Iraq tattered and torn.
The world had gone crazy,
My heart so forlorn.

The next dream was odd to me,
The rose had a daughter, careless and free.
A little girl smile so sweet,
Golden curls running with little feet.

Forgive me, for I have done you wrong.
My dream came true, and I was not strong.
It's a strange thing to have dreams become reality,
It makes me look at myself with unworthy finality.
I have lost your number but my heart remains true,
I wish I could have been better for you.

The rose will forever have my heart
I knew that from the start.
To have it be you,
someone I knew,
Hurts me more
To the core.
You see you could have been the first,
Before the one with the bloodthirst.
She took more from me than I knew,
But you saw that, didn't you?