Glancing at a Rose

I have felt hell's flame through my heart and hates rage in my veins.

I have strode with none to pay me glance, as I go through the hall with my head held low. No one sees my pain,through my deep set eyes.

The coldness of the air,the darkness in your glare.

I turn away from the burning sight,the remarks, memories and past delights.

Words as sharp as swords and knives that lead to my unpleasant demise.

The constant bicker between you and I, the lost friendship and love in our eyes.

Like a single rose, dabbed with red.

Shimmering like blood from my head.

Thorns on it's stem, soft like a women's hand.

Though soon it will wither away, everyday a petal will fade.

It's beauty constantly compared, it's thorns obviously aware.

Just like your love for me died that day, just as my heart broke at the words you said...over and over again, it's far far too late.

The rose, finally fully withered away.