Like a young little bud,
It once started
Not yet sure of what had happened
Still new and naïve
Then hurriedly it grew into a rose
Blossoming and blushing
With me, willing to do anything
Just to get a minute of his attention
Pathetic and shy, inspired yet crazy
I was blind in my love
Thinking he could do no wrong
I heard many rumours
From my so-called friends
It and hurt and crushed me
Yet I didn't stop
People bad-mouthed him
Said he was no good
Yet I defended him
Like I said, I was blind in my love
But, like all roses
There comes a time
When it all ends
And slowly, very slowly
It began to wither
I began to care less
He began to seem
Less significant in my life
As the withering process took over
I tried to water my little rose
Not wanting to stop
Not wanting to forget
But to every beginning
There is always an end
And I wait for it to come
For I know it will
Yet of one thing I am sure
I'll never forget