He handed me rose with a smile on his face In each petal was a beautiful lie The rose touched the tip of my nose My eyes slowly blinked as my head fell back I took a light breath over the slightly, wilted petals and just sat still Feeling everything surrounding me But, only with my mind I pull the rose away from my nose and tilt my head a little to the left I glance at it like it is the most elegant object I’ve ever come across My finger slid over the soft, thin petal I watch as I notice a little wind carry out of the rose It glided past my ear and I hear a slight sort of whisper “I love you” My eyes smiled What a beautiful lie.
the dirt stained my palms my heels dug into the mud a rose stem pricked my finger my eyes are bloodshot and puffy i carry grief around in my head my body is cold from the rain the priest's words stung my soul you would've hated this, but mom insisted