A single rose is left in the garden to see. Its beauties embace is more to me. Its stary sky shines bright in the dead of night. As the tears trickle down with no one to fight. Its cold hard touch can flow in your blood and if you get to close you might fall and break with blood. The chains can bind you and make you bleed. It lets you see nothing and make you plead. Its more the you beautiful smile can take. Its more then your warm embrace. The rose is nothing but blck. Its as cold as ice and puts up a wall. The only true way to know what lies behind is if you look into my eyes and you look deep inside.
