Im just a poor girl...
Living in this rich world...
Started with...So much...
But...Left with...So little...
Theres nothing inside...
At some point...
Every rose will die... (has to die)

Everythings gone now...
Torn from inside me...
Every rose...blooms...
With beauty and...grace...
But...
With lack of 'love' and care...
It dies...

Sad Truth

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/blooming-roses/