Broken Glass

A yellow rose inside me
Is dying as I speak.
Now I sit here empty,
So futile and so bleak.

Now my rose no longer blooms,
The stem is hanging low.
I wonder why my yellow rose,
Would walk out on me so.

I am an empty vase now,
Just clear glass on a stool.
To think that you would stay here,
I must have been a fool.

The petals fall so slowly,
Just drifting to the floor.
My yellow rose is sleeping,
Or maybe something more.

My flower isn't dead yet,
And not all hope is lost.
I refuse to let it go,
No matter what the cost.

I feel weak and helpless,
All that's possible's been done.
My flower's life has been drained,
It goes down with the sun.

My yellow rose has died now,
So lifeless, here it lays.
No longer may I help it.
My yellow rose decays.

I miss my yellow flower,
The seconds slowly pass.
Then I fall and hit the ground,
Now I am broken glass.

I'll die if I don't see you,
I long to see your face.
My love, you are my yellow rose;
So, fill my empty vase.