He handed me a rose ..red sweet with petals of silk ..

I walked around for days with the rose against my chest

then it started to wither and wilt but

I could still smell the scent of the petals against my skin

but the red rose began to fade ..

I held it tighter trying to hang on to my rose ..

but the tighter I tried to hold onto it the deeper in the

thorn would press into my skin ..

with a prick against my flesh ..

I flinched and the rose dropped lifeless to the floor ..

turning my hand around blood was trickling from

it and running down my fingers ..

as a droplet of my blood fell from my fingers

I followed it down with my eyes

The droplet fell upon the rose splashing across the dry petals no longer ..red sweet or silk

The rose once gave me such joy ..

who could have thought a rose ..red sweet with petals of silk

could hurt me so much ..

the smell of the rose still lingers in the air ..

 the tears flow up and the roses grow down

the sky is green and the grass is grey

the bees are sweet and honey buzzes

but Night Is light and Dark is day

blue is red and red is yellow

Rain is dry but dry is wet

Sad is happy and happy is lost

But Night is light and dark is day

Trees are dead and dead is alive

gold is sliver and silver is golden

we are known but known is not here