A Rose Withered In Bloody Wine

You are the blossoms hidden in the pavements

You bring the colours into my life

You shine my drained heart with light pinks and smile the sun into my eyes

You're like the cherry blossom that flourishes a tunnel to a garden,

And when night falls, I can whiff your scents to sleep.

And you were gone, withered by the wind...

You spoke of a farewell before I said hello

You walked away and left me in doubt

As I hold your petals in hand, I await your smile again

You shy away as though it was a sin, when we both know that it's all in our minds.

If the garden's roses should be white, why is there a deep red down in our hearts?

Why does the morning sun shine if rain falls from the sky where the stars await our waltz at night?

But the sun walked away before we planted the rose

It hurts like you rolled the thorns on my skin when I face the light.

Oh, it hurts to lose someone I never had

It's like drowning the roses in a glass of bloody wine.