A bed of roses
lines your driveway.

the spines of the stems
piercing my heart.

with the thought of you gone
the world seems dark.

when a ray of light 
screams through the sky,
it gives me hope 

a bed of loneliness
lays at my feet

when that bed changes form
the darkness can be no longer

my wishes; hope they come true
'cause my wishes,
are wishes of you.