by Danielle Birky

Created on: February 18, 2008   Last Updated: December 09, 2008

A half dozen roses
Sit on the night stand
Gawking at me across from my bed.

Dawning velvet coats
Of lust-rich red
Why couldn't they be from HIM instead?

Their jackets open
As time greedily passes
Pieces each day stripped and shed.

He's waiting I know
For love in return
But he won't receive a single shred.

Their faces age
And their bodies shrivel
Yet their image instilled inside my head.

"It takes more than a rose
Or five or six
To win a heart that always bled," I said.

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