pink rose

A single pink rose,
The symbol of our love,
Now the image is burned in my mind,
A reminder of words written above.

I bought you one,
For valentines day,
It wilted and died,
The second you walked away.

The color faded,
Like the happiness from my life,
I lost my world,
All that was left was a knife.

Into my arm,
I carve a rose,
A reminder of the nights we shared,
I miss those.

In my heart,
There will remain a place for you,
I can't forget,
No matter how much I want to.