Grieve

people come and go
we never know
the good and the bad
all in the same bed
always knew how to brake
never knew how to fix
never turning back
'till you got pain on your back

good people come, you go
bad people come, you follow
insanity-red-rose spreads
morality-white-jasmine fades

paper turns to dust
rice turns to mush
regrets, begs, tears are all shown
try and try, 'till them dry

the time keeps tick-tocking
never realizing
years into months
months into weeks
weeks into days
days into hours
hours into seconds
seconds into an end

leaves started to fall on the fall
the sun rises in the morning,
set down in the evening
no everlasting, no happy ending