Dunno what to say... These are the few lines making rounds in my head...

People come and people go...

A couple of them change you forever,

And when least expected,

If they walk out on you....

You feel the pinch,

You feel the pain,

You are so hurt

Blinding is a small word to use...

An arrow pierces your entire being

An arrow marked by helplessness

Pain, grief, despair and hurt

When finally someone offers you a rose,

To ease your aching hurt,

You take it and cling onto it for dear life...

That becomes your hope,

Your warmth, your smile...

But you have to realize that the rose will wilt

It is after all a rose...

And when it does...

You are once again struck by grief...

But there is also comfort in knowing

That you had the rose

And that the roe petals are preserved

In the dearest corner of your heart...

The pain then slowly starts reducing...

But the loss of something very close, very dear

That is always there...

And maybe that shall be the reason

You think twice the next time...

Before you take that rose...