Wilting Roses

May 7, 2018
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A woman dressed in white,

A man dressed in black.

Oh what they would give

to take it all back.

There's a man in the chapel

but it's not who she wants.

She has a shard in her hand

She won't abide the priest's command.

He has a hole in his heart where she should be,

but instead she's fled the chapel and he's on his knees.

There's stars in his eyes

where his love once grew,

and scars on hers

where her hatred thrived. 

She grew roses for him,

but they didn't bloom red.

Her wilting flowers were better left dead.






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