Rose Like Love*reposted*

The rose petal falls
Silently and slowly,
And my heart dies a little bit.

Floating in the air
Falling to the ground,
Where it finally hits.

Now this leaves us where?
The rose petal grows cold,
The bitterness dies.

And my heart breaks
Along with the rose,
Which I can hear cry.

Roses represents love
But always dies in the end,
And my heart does too.

Crispy, dry and dead
It gets after a while,
Like love, this is true.

Real love doesn't exist
Only in dreams and fairytales,
Not in reality.

Like a rose it's similar
Because it never lasts forever,
Only in, my fantasies