I sat on my porch swing
With tears in my eyes
Knowing that this would be
Our last good-bye
No last kiss to soothe the pain,
You left me here all alone
with only this rose to my name.
why'd you have to leave
This blood red rose
Lying outside my door
You could have said good-bye
Without leaving me this sore.
The thorns they prick
The wounds of my heart,
Who knew that
They could be this sharp?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice.. i get it too. love sucks sometimes..