Roses

I hold onto our past love like a beautiful rose the scent of the rose the beauty it showed a symbol of love the bright glow in the summer light I loved the rose so much the beauty of the rose blinded me so the rose was one in a million with distinct features from the rest that I ignored the thorns cutting deep into me and even after the cuts I would still go back to loving you even if the ending was the same as long as I get that feeling again. one last time