Roses

A rain drop forms at the tip of the branch

Bubbling up until it gets ready to burst and fall to the ground

Time steals away your loved ones when you turn around

All you have left is a empty shell of what used to be

Empty rooms

Empty beds

A closet full of clothing that no longer has a owner

A fate of becoming ashes in a box is unavoidable

Run run run

Time chases you down with greedy eyes

It only hurts if you let it

Curl up in the fetal position

Embrace the sharp stabbing sensation

This is how I live

Bones, how I love them

I have fallen into a dream again

Can you please throw me a rope to escape?

Remember that white picket fence that surrounded our yard?

It is now rotted and crumbling

Just like our love

The roses have passed their season.

We both must split ways now

Find a new garden

Fly with me?

We could take off and never look back

My name is irrelevant