Beautiful Rose

What happened to the past imagery Everything I once was superseded by everything I wanted to be It's welcomed in a manner such as beauty on a silk rose And only left in tears and blood And only lifted by the love of another's eyes Her heart's desires are my penetrating goals To meet and surpass the montage that has bombarded me So loaded and loathed it's become yet so overlooked and ignored it is It tells me to leave, it tells me she's another fluke But it's all up to me in the end And ultimately i chose the beautiful rose Over the doubts' whim and the heart's ache