A kissed rose
Falls from my hands
Wet from my tears
Settle,
As it lies on the ground
Another tear falls
In between memories and the present
I lie on the ground
A desperate cry I dismiss
For the the presence I yearn for
Longing for an infatuated, lustful kiss
Love never seemed so powerful
No matter the small number it instills in,
It can never be struck down by hate
Yet I hate this rose,
The same rose you once gave to me.
I grabbed the rose from the ground
And burned it.
