Shattered hope alludes me so,

Deeply piercing while I am low.

Why should I bring up all my woes,

While staring at a dead red rose.

Is it lost or was it ever there?

Was it cheats or was it truly fair?

Does it matter or does it not?

Who really cares even if it’s bought?

Forgive, forget, and just put it away,

Lock it all up at your intense dismay.

It’s old, it’s new, it’ll begin again,

Just like it has, so just wait til then.