With every Rose...

With every Rose
That we smell or touch
A memory comes
Where we have loved too much

The stem and the thorns
Have gripped our hearts
Tearing it slowly
Where it falls apart

The pain is gone
No longer can feel
Was the love I had
Really real?

With the Rose
The peddles fall
One by one
I begin to forget it all

The rose wilts away
As the time goes by
And it becomes so easy
To start a new life