I Gather You Haven'T Heard? the Story of the Giving Rose

I gather you haven't heard? What happened to the young girl with hopes and dreams? She died along with puberty But in her room above the highest floor She will sit and wait... in silence To hear the breaking of her heart I gather you haven't heard? The sniffling of tears racing down her mountains Trespassing into shady land held by anger She will ball her fist only to unclench remorse Her knuckles will be white for a few Deepening back into red I gather you haven't heard? How they called her names The same name she would never utter to them Each letter of each word eviscerated her Disemboweled her hope to nothing And once again streaming on her mountains I gather you haven't heard? What it's like to be me? How many times have I counted goodbye, she said But that will be all she will say Her tongue is too dry with salt I gather you haven't heard? The trumpets that called her home They sounded best played by Gabriel God took his hand and scooped her up She held out hers and gave him her life Whispered sorry, and trembled to peace I gather you haven't heard? The way God folded her body into a flower Within it endless petals She will be called the Giving Rose With thorns adorn with diamonds And Emerald's for leaves I gather you haven't heard? How no matter the brashness of the season There the Giving Flower waits for one to pluck her Before they can touch they are terrified of her thorns The Giving Flower will once again be lonely and beautiful another life I gather you haven't heard? The wailing of the wind drying The Giving Roses dew God said... "Watch your life for it will be ticking delirium The seconds are your biggest enemy and so turn the minutes" The Giving Rose bowed her head and led another tragedy as life