If My Heart Was A Rose

If my heart was a rose
Would it be black, like the ashes of your love?
Or would it be as the glass that cuts your wrists?
If you could see the thorns in my petals
Why would you not remove them?
And why would you just sit there and watch me wilt?
If my life was the shadows on the sunny days
Would you sit under my shade?
Or would you curse my out for blocking the sun?
And if I was the love that grew on trees
Would you come just to say “Hello”?
Would you pick me and put me in your pocket?
If my heart was a rose
Would you come by and pick me to be your own?
If my heart was a rose
Would you hold me, smell me, and love me till I died?