Wilted rose,broken heart,awakened dream

O wilted rose,
dying from the neverending pain,
of which we do not know

o broken heart,
why the tears and bruises,
from the core of your soul

this wilted rose,
ripping from overuse,
petals of misery falling

awakened dream,
that no one tends to,
so much sadness
in one swift whisk of thought

o wilted rose,
stop dying please
return to your form

o my broken heart,
cease the crying please,
of which i cannot contain

o my awakened dream,
come back to life,
wake up and end my horrid nigh'

the rose had died,
my heart has shattered,
this dream has turned into a nightmare,
so now please let my soul be spared...