death of a rose

the other day i found a rose
there wasnt anything really special about it
but it stuck out from the others

i took it home
made it a part of my life
it began to grow on to me
digging its roots to my heart
becoming a part of me

i took care of it
feeding it with my love
being better than i ever had been
letting it become my life

i became so obsessed
i didnt notice the beginning signs of wilting
the petals slowly dying
losing their color
sucking the last bit of love from my heart
leaving nothing for me
and nothing afterwards
nothing but the memory
of a beautiful rose