The rose

We started out as just friends
We’ve known each other since we were two
We would play in the sand together almost all day
Sometimes in the grass we would just lay
We were together every day

But now we grow older
And we still talk
But there are different feelings.
It’s no longer playing in the sand
Or lying in the grass
It is much more than that.
There’s holding hands and real hugs
Not just to cross the street or to say goodbye

There is one thing I will never forget
The rose
You gave it to me just because
When you gave it to me you said it reminded you of me

Now it reminds me of you
Soon after you gave it to me we stopped talking
There was no more holding hands or real hugs
But only those I see you give to someone else

I no longer think of the future but only the past and how it used to be
And the rose still sits in the same spot almost dead
Just like our friendship

But the rose still holds one thing
It’s the key to a part of my memory
That sometimes I don’t want to go to
It’s the part of my memory about you
And all the times we did play in the sand
Or lay in the grass

That part of my memory never grows
Even though that part never grows there is one that does
Sometimes when I look at that rose
It makes me think of the future between you and me
Sometimes its good and sometimes its bad

Even though I want to throw the rose away I never do
I don’t because sometimes it’s good to think of the past
About me and you and how it used to be
And when the rose dies the memories will still last
For I took a picture of that rose\
But no one can see it
Because it lies in my heart
Only for you and me to see
Because you’re the only one I’ll let in my heart.

*** This is probably really bad but I was trying to get over writers block please if you could can you comment and tell me what you really think***