The Rose

Why do I keep trying
To see beneath the veil.
Somehow I am lying
Should I stop trying
To look for your smell?
The long road is coming to an end.
I shouldn’t try to be more than just a friend
‘Cause that’s all I’m going to be.
And when it reaches its final stop,
Time has already passed by and I’ve missed it.
No regrets, just sorrow.
I shall try again tomorrow.
But knowing you’ll still be there,
Makes me go back and remember
That night we called our own.
On my own private garden,
I planted a rose.
A rose that hasn’t grown enough
To survive and blossom.
Some relationships are like roses.
We take care of them, they grow,
And one day
When one of us isn’t there,
To pour some water,
The rose dies,
And our relation dies.