the wilted rose

THE WILTED ROSE
In a vase on the shelf is a rose
Its been there for a long time
Was bought by me for my true love
but now shes no longer mine

When I bought her the rose she still loved me
Now it seems like forever ago
It was in the last week of summer
Before the autumns winds blow

I sit here and remember  the days in the sun
When we walked through the woods hand in hand
Or the days when we went to the sea
And played like kids in the sand

But now the woods seen cold and empty
The beach isnt fun any more
the rose still sits in its jar
and im all alone once more