A single rose Tosses its head, It falls in shame And dread. A horrible feeling that is, It's beautiful head All in distress. It hurts, her poor self, Feeling an ache Of loneliness and Heartbreak. Her petals fall Along with the Dew, as they Hit the ground, She hopes for Something new. Why? Oh, why? Why did it Have to end like this, Her head being a Bearing weight? The emptiness She feels inside, Only makes her Reside to unlawful Thoughts. Will she ever be The flower of Love again?