DYING ROSE

I’ve failed to understand the fire that burns within the rose.
Never really grasped the ambiance from it
Grown to shun its presentation, arrogant to its significance

I’ve failed to perceive that tug with every one of your smiles
That hesitant tongue roll whenever you kissed
Hating the reluctant grip of your hands around my body

Its much easier to break away from that stare nowadays
Feels better walking away than by your side anyday
A loser drifting from a lover by the day