The Last Goodbye

..and this time it feels real...

I am a wild rose,
a reckless one,
and you are the hand,
that keeps on bleeding.

Yes, our love is bitter,
it is poor,
for I had tarnished it.

We do have our moments,
but moments come and go.
I had fell too many times,
and you were the road that leads me home.

Today, I lost my way,
and it finally feels like,
the last goodbye.