My Rose Poem by Jesse Potter

A delicate rose
passed from hand to hand
the pe tals start to drop
the green fades to gray
All of its beauty starts to fade away
USed by all
cherished by none
THey passed you by
all but one
The one that saw the beauty
That noone else saw
But his heart was stopped
by a quick draw
YOu stay there
I stay here
then we might
play this all by ear
you deserve better,
as do i
you were too good a chance
to just let pass by
So here we are
and where to go
that is a mystery
one may never know