Would you still love me
when I die?

When I sit on the bed of roses
and just lie?

Would you still sulk over
the fight we had?

Upon a thing that never was

Would you forgive me for
being so wrong?

For dreaming of roses while
forgetting the thorns

Would you actually believe
that my wish came true?

I’m finally lying on petals,
so soft and beautiful.

Would you care that I,
never had time

To say my last goodbye and
give you a smile?

Would it hurt, if I told
that I killed myself, I wasn’t bold.

Would you believe in our fate?
that was cruel, filled me with hate.

So many things going on
inside my head,
Alas! I am already dead.

Let me tell you this-
Rose beds aren’t always a bliss.
The sun may shine, but
the ground is cold
‘Cause it is at the back,
where you are stabbed the most.
Your face is masked with
the brightest glow
But your heart burns dim,
lies so low.
People are cheap, they
break your trust.
So, secrets mustn’t be revealed
That is a must.
For you might be destroyed,
Like I was
Easy killing myself like
drinking wine from glass

So life’s a risk,
Don’t make a wrong pass.
Before you lose the only
chance you had.