A Rose

Sometimes i ask myself How long will i chase Until there is not a breath left Or this feeling is erased Although i never feed it the fire it still grows Waiting for the bloom of a love thats like a rose Its beauty quite alluring when looked at from afar Trying not to be careless i may end up scared Ive dreamed of a love forever my heart never alone A queen that isnt forsaken worthy of her throne The jesture jokes and mimics loves that came before Seeking admiration instead pricked by her thorns A rose left to grow leaves a garden with many to adore Once picked it withers leaving a rose no more