A dried rose hung from the wall,
Wilted and dead, with petals ready to fall.
It was a symbol of time gone past,
A memory of a love that was not meant to last.
It’s sad how some things cannot be,
For people feel trapped, and yearn to be free.
But the pain of the one who was left there,
Can be overwhelming and too much to bare.
Why does love have to hurt so?
Why did you have to leave me here and go?
It isn’t fair.
Do I matter at all to you? Do you even care?
You will never know just how deep a love for you I felt.
One look at you was enough to make my heart melt.
But I have learned that if you love someone so,
That when the time comes, you will have to let them go.
And so here I am , alone with this dried rose,
It’s strange how even now my love for you still grows.
But I know now that I must hold my head up high.
I only wish I could kiss you one more time, as my final goodbye.
