Jaded RoseJaded Rose By: Mallory LaBoy Written January 29, 2007 Like a rose who's beauty was attempted to be preserved Never given a chance to wilt Instead dried And died just the same Thorns still able to pierce And these hands, they have My blood drips from their tips These wounded hands of obidience Now paralyzed with hopelessness Will this jaded flower ever be restored back to it's original beauty? Or is this flower who I am And will forever remain to be Jaded rose Dried up flower Still beautiful But dead Still fragile But not delicate anymore Ready to crack at a single touch Jaded rose Dried up flower I tried to save you I tried so hard to hold you I tried so hard to be strong Through the pain of your pierce But I had to let you go I let you die I let you dry Now the only thing that can save The only thing that can restore Is a water that quenches more then just thirst Jaded rose Dried up flower You are so beautiful I wish you were alive A piece of my heart is void A piece of my heart is dead Please bring me back to life I want to remember what it's like to just be And not be jaded anymore |