Dead White Roses.

Sometimes,
I worry about you,
I see you dead,
but it's really just a dream.

I am so scared....

I don't know,
what I'd do without you,
without your words.

We have barely said a word,
but I already so much.
Why did I have to fall in love?
Why did you let me believe your kind words?

You are my,
Dead White Rose.

So beautiful,
but I can see you,
falling apart from the inside out.
Nothing helps you,
stuff only hurts you.

I'm sorry...

Your old soul,
keen sense of wonder,
and your potential love,
are so special to me

Dead White Roses,
are your death flowers,
and so when I see you,
I cry.
I fear you will die.

So beautiful,
but hurt so bad.
I'm sorry for your pain,
and your really messed up mind.

I am happy though,
our paths crossed,
and we were able to let our souls touch again,
my little white rose.

Goodbye.