My Rose

You took it away. every petal off this dieing rose. leaving me with only the thorns. you blew them away. all the seeds of my love. scattered them in the hurling waves of the ocean. i am afraid. afraid that i cannot start anew. afraid that these roots are fastened to you. you pulled it away. drug all the vibrant color from me. what was deep red, as the blood of your heartless body, is now gray. you drank it away. the water that gave me life. the source of my strength. you led it away. the sun. the light that gave me hope. you ran away. my purpose. inspiration. gone. now i wilt under this cloud. you left me; this dieing rose. i mourn apon your grave.