The Rose

She picks a rose
to choose her fate
live my life?
or hang from the gate?

Her hair flows in the wind
voices speak:
"Stay", "Go"
"Yes","no"

Finally the rose petals were gone
what it told her
was surely wrong

a sweet life was quickly put to a end
a life, that could have took time to mend

why does love have to take its toll?
to ruin such a beautiful soul

All because a lost love
her soul now wonders up above

-kassia