Withering Rose

As the rays of sunshine course through my veins , the bring with them abundant mellows of tender joy, live , security and peace I feel safe .... And I bloom .... I bloom radiant petals of happiness, soft delicate fracgrance of content and unsurpassed hope for the future I grew thorns to protect my sunshine , for his mellow rays is all I needed But now my sunshine shines harshly on my petals , even cutting through my roots But I fight ... I fight wearily for my existence , still trying to keep my radiance I still bloom painfully , yearningly for my sunshine But his rays shine on another rise And it rained... It rains heavily my heart; carnivorous rain that swear to restore my blooms So I wither away. As I wither away, I watch my sunshine , shine softly on another rise I'm watching her bloom just as I used to And slowly and surely I wither away This helpless withering Rose