Rose Red

there once was a rose

that stood on its toes

looking out his garden

he picked it up

for just his luck

wasn't she quite the beauty

locked away

in a cage

her petals start to wilt

light doesn't shine

water doesn't find

upon her broken body

he admired her

from a distance 

his smiles

became frowns

as her last petal dropped

he cried and cried

asking why

why did you have to leave me

but no answer came

for she was already gone

the last of her petals draining