Those perfect crimson roses

You left lying on my doorstep,

The tea-stained note wrapped around the stems


One word can mean so much,

And it crashed into my heart like a bunched fist.

Those perfect crimson roses

Are still by my bedside

Fraying, dying, crinkling,

But my feelings for you live 'forever'.

What happened between this love.

The End

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