when a rose dies it happens slowly and then all at once
dead
our friendship was like a dying rose
slowly
and then all at once
dead
when a rose is bloomed it is beautiful
our friendship was like a rose
beautiful
when a rose is dying it slowly wilts and droops
our friendship was like a dying rose
slowly wilting away and drooping beneath my fingertips
when a rose is dead there is no saving it
our friendship was like a rose
