Wilted Roses
By: Fee
Wilted roses, petals scattered on the floor
Wilted roses in a vase, on a table, by the door
Wilted roses, tell a story that’s for sure
Wilted roses say, she don’t love me anymore
On our first date, I brought her one red rose
Brought her roses, when I knelt down to propose
She carried roses, down the aisl, heaven knows
Roses will say good-bye, that’s how this story goes
Wilted roses, a gold ring and her house key
Wilted roses, like a song lyric, there for me to see
Wilted roses, George Jones sings a song for me
Wilted roses, our loves now just a memory
In a trance, I throw those wilted flowers away
Sweep up the fallen petals, there’s nothing left to say
I’m a broken man, but I’ll pretend that it’s okay
She took my heart; I knew she couldn’t stay…
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Regis. 🍁
Rebecca
When I came home from work that very same day, the house, while still brand-new, was completely vacant. I stood that night to eat my supper at the counter that remained. I went to bed sleeping on the carpet in our bedroom with a blanket.
Thanks for the remembrance… But I'm okay, eventually brought my furniture and it fills the house nicely. I've grown my own roses to have them wilt in time like rose petals do.
Ron