The rose

You were like a wilted rose when we first met,
so delicate the slightest touch made you die,
but with the love and attention you got,
you flouished and become so big and high.

i got sheltered from the leaves you grew,
i just tried to reach the sun and sky,
thats when i became a wilted little rose,
and i began to slowly and surely die.

One day you looked down upon me,
'its not to hard to grow and soar'
let me go in peace big beautiful rose,
for you do not need me anymore.