The Rose

the rose is slowly dieing
and soon it will fade away
and somehere someone is crying
for forever and a day

but before the rose is dead
I will press it inside a fat book
and when I feel like crying
at the rose I will look

I will not fight death
for it will soon over take me
and when it does I will be ready
for I know you won't miss me

one petal slowly drops
and floats to the floor
as I listen to your footsteps fade
and hear you quietly close the door

and I know that it is now over
as I slowly start to cry
for you have gone and left me
and now I am going to die