Roses are very delicate
Others can't see that
Some smash and break these beautiful flowers
Even if it was someone else's
Ruined, my rose was ruined
Over and over it was ruined
So I was scared when you came by.
Eventually I gave you my rose
Rarely do I give in so easily
Observing my delicate rose
So strange, right
Everyone made it like that
You tossed my rose
I was crying
Scared you were leaving
You walked out
I was on my knees crying
Eventually you came back
My face light up when I saw you had brought back a rose
You had wanted me to have a fresh start with you
You still have my rose
In the palm of your hands
My rose grows brighter everyday you still have it
