Love Is Not A Rose

They say love is a rose
But tell me,
Why does a rose always
Have to die?

Put it in a jar and
It suffocates
Dip it in wax and
It breaks.

Roses wilt away
Become dark and forgotten
Dead, they lay
Before they burn to ash

I hate roses...
They make me cry
Because every single one
Will always die

So i say love is time
On-going and alive
Worth more then a dime
You take just a small piece
And hope for
All eternity

Love doesnt die
Its eternal
Its not a rose..