story of the roses

(story of the roses pt. 1)

her heart is being broken
by the very ones who love her-
"do they have any fond memories
of me at all?!" she cried in anguish
then came the sweet answer
ringing true like an angelic chorus-
"thanks, the roses smelled nice."

thanks again(story of the roses pt.2)

...from the place i lay tonight, the
trickled starlight, dimly filtered through my
window blinds, gently falls across my only
picture of her.
"thanks again, and pardon my tears," she whispers-
"but the rose petals have wilted,
and were strewn in the wind from my bedstand"

 awake(story of the roses pt.3)

the breeze blowing from across the river
slightly parts the plush curtains
the rushing fragrance is just shy
of maddening-
tempting her
beckoning her
she surrenders to the void; dreams will follow...

sleep(story of the roses pt.4)

she dwells among the untrodden ways
no one to whorship her
no one close to love for
fear of dark to fall upon her days
she sleeps in her dampened fur
desperately seeking her white dove
the fantasy
she can romance to
the melody
she can dance to...