Blue Roses and Indigo Tears

After the close of each brand new day
that brings nothing, and no one to care,
I step off reality's edge just to lay
with faux memories in my Eden of Despair.

I re-trellis rose gardens of Yesteryear,
rename them the Bowers of Belief,
but I'm a blue rose weeping my indigo tears
knowing they're really the Graveyards of Grief.

And as Time goes on erasing my Past,
old heartaches and new sorrows spin
more acceptable Truths designed to outlast
a desolate heart never destined to win.