It’s two in the morning
The end of winter,
I’m writing to you now to tell you
That this year your garden won’t bloom
The scent of your roses will no longer fill me with joy
When I come home because you are no longer here to plant them
And I lay here at two in the morning able to recall nothing else besides your roses.
I kept one you know?
It’s not alive anymore but I still keep it.
But is a rose all I get for my heart is that all that it’s worth?
I kept this rose and you kept my heart.
How is that fair?
How is it that you can move on
And I can’t help but think about you
And your eyes?
But why are they red?
Why can I never see the serene blue anymore?
Those eyes that reminded me of the sky.
The freedom that I thought I could have.
Now reminded me of blood
Of burning red fire.
They are the colour of your roses.
The only thing I have left of you.
But my rose is dead now,
Just like your love.
Maybe it’s the roses that I loved,
Maybe that’s why I wanted you there.
So as long as I have my roses,
Nothing will fill,
The emptiness inside
The hole that you left
And so to fill it I think I’ll put a bullet in my chest.
And you were half crazy
But I was too
And that’s why we worked,
My craziness and yours.
But now you’ve gone and left me with nothing but a rose
And a brass cork to fill the hole in my heart.
So for now I think I’ll bid farewell
To you and your love
That you think you know so well.
But little do you know
He will do the same you did to me
Take your heart and leave you with nothing but a rose and a gun,
And a bullet to fill the hole in your heart.
Then you will be with me
And I will get to see
Those eyes that remind me of your rose,
So I can tear them out and keep them forever
Maybe even replacing my own with them
So the world around me may be crimson.
Like your roses.
Or the blood that gushes out of the bullet hole.
Did he at least give you a rose
For all your troubles?
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