A Dozen Dying Roses

A dozen dying roses, followed by a goodnight kiss
Forever goodnight, with fading remnants of bliss
Losing grip as the last petal drifts away into never
Thorns prick the bleeding heart, scarring it forever.

A dozen dying roses, followed by my dying heart
These haunting visions keeping true love apart
Throwing away the trust, replacing it with pain
Pushing myself further, never coming home again.

A dozen dying roses, followed by false survival
All the hurt making notice of its new revival
Rejecting the truth because I live in a lie
Realizing the loss and turning away to cry.

A dozen dying roses, followed by my tears
Hiding all my life from my running fears
This forever goodnight never lasted before
With each dying rose, I die a little more.