Rose In Your Palm

Beads of tears overwhelm your eyes
The passengers try not to cry
Oh, I can see how you try
To hold back the sadness
Your pair of beautiful eyes aren't fit for scowling from madness.

The warmth of the spark in your eyes
Represents the everlasting tomorrow
How I can see
All the thoughts you didn't say
The only thing I can do now is pray.....

The rose in your palms.......
The spikes cut and there is blood
Coming out in a flood
But I don't feel.........
My heart is beginning to peel
Layers by layers,
it bleeds......
On my agony, the poison feeds.

The buried rose.....
The entrancing fragrance......
Who ever knew that something so lovely
Could be so deadly....

Let us forget the world's imperfections....
And make our truest confessions.....
Show our most beautiful sides....
No matter how much time flies by...................