L.A.W. (Life After Weekend) When It Dies

she arrives like she always has arrived
to light up the hidden and the failed
beam bright, keeps warm, alive ,
until It dries - the infusion fails

but when it dies, that damn rose, you could see it ,
but you´ll never hear a sigh
and when it dies there´s no more you can do,
than mourn and fade your smile
when it dies…..

born fine, prepared to stand the rain
rewind won't help the defaced

whatever you could say to it
whatever you could do about it
…neutralized