The roses you gave me,
that may have ment something once,
are still there on the table, falling over,
and as i stare, i realize they do mean something,
they represent how we began, and ended.
In the beginning, they were beautiful,
full of life, given care and love,
and in the end, when deprived of both,
they started to fade,
lost their color,
lost their energy, and just gave up.
the petals started falling off,
only a few left,
and even the biggest hope or dream of be replenished,
they will never be able
to show how much care was
actually put in them.
They can just dream.
