I long for your touch, but I know I am longing for
something I will never have. I step forward, the
thorns of the garden of roses at me feet dragging
themselves across my legs, leaving trails of
scarlet. Oh, how I wish to dream again, of when
we were still in love. You still gave me that
affection, still entwined your fingers with mine,
still gave me those tenderly soft kisses that I
long for now. You are a luxury that I cannot
obtain. No matter what I do, no matter what I
say, some how you remain out of my desperate
reach. These roses remind me of you, how you
always saved me, your very scent remains in
these roses. Your lips tasted of roses, a sweet
taste that is tainted with the promise to protect
each other forever, to love each other until the
end of eternity.
But what is the use of a promise if they are made
just to be broken?