A rose…. A promise

As he is walking towards me I feel my heart beating,
As his footsteps come closer to my room I feel something more than happiness,
I can always smell the fresh roses he caries with him,
My favorite red roses… he knows me to well,

But that was long ago,
I can no longer feel my heart beating,
I can no longer feel that feeling of being more than happy,
And most of all I will never smell the fresh red roses again….

A girl with long hair and eyes that change color in the light stood by her window,
Watching the rain fall to the ground and feeling the tears fall from her eyes,

Its true hi will never come back to me,
He is gone and he still holds my heart,
Theirs no way to get over this feeling,
My heart died when he died,

We were going to run away,
Get married with only are friends by our side,
And he once promised me to take me to the moon,
And now I hate him so… he was never one to brake a promise,
But hi broke the one I held the most,
He will never take me to the moon…
Never!