Bleeding Rose

An eternal triangle of three....
Love, Compassion.... and the other....
I stand here as your crimson rose,
my velvet petals that can only bloom with your sunlight,

Why do you allow TK to pluck my petals away,
with each smile you give him,
and anger at I,
Watch him pluck each petal....
Watch him tear my heart apart...
But all you can do is shine....
Your beauty is what keeps me alive...
your beauty is what makes each petal curve,
your smile allows me to blossom,
past my known potential.

But with each passing day,
Your sun for me is night,
The fiery red that burns for you,
is fading into a dull pink.
Unless you can rain down on TK for once...
He will leave me as a thorned stub...
with each of my loving petals for you
brown...wilted away.
Now I am but a weed in your garden,
Now he can step on me....
but you don't give a damn.