This Red Rose

This red rose is dying
The color changing to ink black
For too long it has been trying
To attain all that it lacks

This red rose is addicted
To the one who gives her life
The pain is still inflicted
She can’t escape from strife

This red rose is changing
In various ways
The petals fall, rearranging
Remembering every fray

This red rose is gloomy
She’s had more than enough
Fragile for so long
She finds it hard to be tough

This red rose stood for love
Lost love with nothing to gain
She doesn't think she'll make it
This could drive her insane

I have no idea where this came from. Sorry if it sucks because I just started to write and this is what I got!