Love is like a flower, a rose to be exact.
It's beautiful and strong when you first get it.
It brings beauty into your life.
Standing tall andbold. looking gorgeous.
Never realizing what they have standing before them.
Then all of a suddenit starts to get old.
It starts to stink, then it eventually start to slowly die.
Later on you realize it's dead.
No matter how hard you try to revive it. its dead
Love is Like a flower, a rose to be exact.
You like it while it last, then you'll put it in the past.
You didn't realize what you had was real.
You threw it all away like it was no big deal.
4getting everything you had.
Pedals falling constantly.
Uncontrollably.
The flower just wants to be a rose again.
To stand bold and beautiful until the end.

~And thats, that peace~