He surprises her with a gift on her anniversary
A shining red rose in a vase of clear water
That is illuminated by the sun’s glow
And she goes to kiss him, tears run down her face
She can’t express her love enough for this man
As they go into their room and close the door
The red rose in it’s clear water sits with it’s lustful red color
A few weeks go by and surely the water starts to recede
the women who wept over this rose
Goes to crack a bottle of Rosé and closes her eyes
In the sunlight a slight blemish on her face
A handprint faded red lingers as she takes a sip
But she forgets about the rose so the flower starts to lose hope
A month in the water just seemed to have disappeared
Even if the vase was full night would have swallowed what was there
The only light comes from the tv, a soap opera plays but on mute
Only sound is from the broken girl’s cries as her heart is strewn
The man that she had loved was gone never to come back
Why not paint her black and blue? The pain would have only lasted a day or two
But a broken heart was just too much strain
So she cries and cries until her cries were no more
Just restful, puffy red eyes, asleep forever more
The rose fell to the floor
Once a lustful red, turned black and was pronounced dead.
Mar 3
Mar 3, 2026 at 12:13 PM UTC
He surprises her with a gift on her anniversary
A shining red rose in a vase of clear water
That is illuminated by the sun’s glow
And she goes to kiss him, tears run down her face
She can’t express her love enough for this man
As they go into their room and close the door
The red rose in it’s clear water sits with it’s lustful red color
A few weeks go by and surely the water starts to recede
the women who wept over this rose
Goes to crack a bottle of Rosé and closes her eyes
In the sunlight a slight blemish on her face
A handprint faded red lingers as she takes a sip
But she forgets about the rose so the flower starts to lose hope
A month in the water just seemed to have disappeared
Even if the vase was full night would have swallowed what was there
The only light comes from the tv, a soap opera plays but on mute
Only sound is from the broken girl’s cries as her heart is strewn
The man that she had loved was gone never to come back
Why not paint her black and blue? The pain would have only lasted a day or two
But a broken heart was just too much strain
So she cries and cries until her cries were no more
Just restful, puffy red eyes, asleep forever more
The rose fell to the floor
Once a lustful red, turned black and was pronounced dead.