The Solemn Rose

A solemn rose stands alone
the dew drops falling like tears
each droplet crying its own river
continue living, giving, but never forgiving
pursuing a lie she cant let go

emotional attachment hidden under illusions
loving, losing, surviving... but shes lying
a new life created through deception

a false start, a forged rebirth
fears crashing through the walls of her soul
as the cotton moon rises in the sky
the silvery moon resembling the charm
on the bracelet that she wore
a present from a destined love
that abandoned her long ago

she clings to the jewelery
like an infant clutches to her mother
crying for the way things used to be
the days when his arms embraced her
and shielded her from the storms
protecting her from her fear of the bolts of light
as he helped her to see its beauty

thunder sounds as he makes promises
he never intended to keep
she foolishly kept he hope alive
where love and honesty lay dead
all reason and sanity showing her the proof
every expectation and tear shed in vain
but still she lay awake with faith
he would return to her like always
with the gentleness of a kitten
trapped beneath the tiger's rough exterior

Her door left open... hoping...
watching as he turned around again...
only to close the door
and lock it foreve...
leaving nothing but a wilted rose
on the doormat...
the petals crushed...
Rivers of greif flowing outward...
The solemn rose...
Destroyed...