• I feel like crying,
    But I know it won’t do anything.
    I really am never like this,
    I don’t want someone so much that I would cry over it;
    It’s not like me.
    I feel like a dying rose,
    Dried from the sun.
    My pelts start falling off, and I begin drooping over.
    The blue rose of my death,
    The death that lies in my heart.
    When I see you,
    My dying seems to vanish
    And my heart pounds fast as it never has.
    What is it called?
    When you feel like dying when that person isn’t around,
    Yet when they are you feel so happy and free.
    I remember having this emotion once,
    Yet never so powerful.
    I feel I must always have this person around,
    Someone that I can hold on to,
    Forever.