DEAD ROSE

The roses are dead, the violets are wilted
The lemons are sour, and so is my friend
She is gone but not forgotten, she lives
In our hearts but now the only way to see
Her face, is to look at an old picture,
Her face is fading and fading fast, I
Wish she was here to be here for me to get
Me though the good and bad times, but she
Is gone and will never come back, she
Will miss the prom and will never get
Graduate or get married or have any kids,
She will never see what the future will
Bring, she is gone and all I can do is sit
And cry, I can't believe that she is gone,
She was only sixteen, she was my best
Friend and just like that, she was gone
And I never got to say good-bye so I sit
Here and cry myself to sleep she is gone
And I will never see her again.

By Amber McCain