The Roses Blood

I squeeze the rose inside my palm
the one I've had for weeks
and the tiny cuts the thorns will make
hurt less then the tears on my cheeks

You gave them to me, a signal
that you loved me still
but then you ran away from me
you left against my will

The rose would surly wither
though I'd thought that we would last
the rose isn't dead but we are
it happened way too fast

S o the roses blood drips down
and mixes with my own
so even though you're gone
I'll never be alone