A single Red Rose

I hold in my hands,
A single red rose,
one that with me,
will always grow.

I'll take it with me,
everywhere I go,
only because someone special,
gave it to me.

Every time I cry,
I'll hold that rose tight,
remembering the one I loved,
and that they'll always be with me.

When I begin to feel low,
I'll look at the rose,
and remember their smiling face,
and their smile that always glows.

And when my times up,
I'll silently die,
holding that single red rose,
that with me did grow.

It finally began to die,
as the pedals fell off,
beside me it layed,
in the casket,
together we died.

[*This isn't about "ME"..I was bored, and felt like writing, thats why it sucks...And in case it didn't make any sense..Someone gave me a rose, left, and when I died, they died too..because they couldn't live with out me..It wasn't really clear, sorry*]