Isn't mine..

Everything I love has turned to dust,

This wind around me is all I lust,

Breathing in and out all day felt like thorns,

But this dust I lost has turned them into rose,

Still a little sadness, my heart frowns,

Why though?

I have never felt this before,

This universe has given me all the signs,

But I have given the universe all the reasons to ignore them,

My entire body is pouring out love for someone who isn't mine,

Every thorn turning to rose and growing out of me,

I have to give up hope to stop, Is it really necessary?

Give up is all I have been told,

Having patience is all I have done,

What does the world know about love?

If not have the patience to earn it,

If not have the hope, faith to trust it?

These roses ain't gonna stop,

They will grow and bloom, 

Eventually die,

They are like Love, they always fade away,

But you never forget the feeling when you had them with you.