.Love.
A stare can burn the very flesh sitting on your bones; a kiss can linger longer than one could ever know. So if you really love me don't give me a rose, show me that you love me in the simplest of ways, and on your trail, like a puppy I will be, until my dying day.
She never had to say goodbye, the world it was her toy. She thought her life was over when she finally met the boy. He loved to tease and mess around, putting up all of his defenses. She ran to her mommy crying he was jumping fences, her mother thought he was a brat to leave the girl alone. But had they only known that last stone he had thrown had some funny pencil scribbles upon its dusty little self. As the girl examined it she realized what he meant, she asked her mother to go out and play. She sat upon her front step holding the little stone, waiting for the boy to run by her silent home. She ran her fingers along the words reading them each time. But never did the boy run past for it was supper time.
There was a fragile girl who always held a rose. You see this rose never left her side but that's when the trouble starts; each petal on this black-as-night rose was her heart and soul, never did she expect a sharp pain in her chest each time a petal fell. She would weep with every boyfriend's passing and the petals would fly on the breeze. So know you see this girl is me with a fragile heart; be careful not to toy with it or the petals will start to fall and thus the weeping will increase. So if you do not like me, don't answer me with please; a simple no would surely suffice and make me weep no more. But it is you who cased the petals take flight.