Last Words

Petals fall a little slower
The moon fell a little lower
Nights grow as days wilt
My presciptions don't always seem filled

I was weak
You kissed my cheek
Then another hit
That was it

I wouldn't take anymore
I ran out and past the door
Beyond the city, maybe the state
I was upset, but it seems to be my fate

Your red rose is still on my window sill
Slowly dying and very ill
But the wilting flower has some worth
Just like you, only it doesn't hurt

My final words are nothing special
Just another note, almost superficial
So here I go, angry but blue
My last words are I love you.