Twenty-four roses

Twenty four roses.
Each one different, yet the same.
With a simple note, written in beautiful script.

'If I had but a single flower for everytime I think of you, I'd be walking in my garden forever.'

Her heart thuds in her chest.

Twenty four years later,
Twenty four Roses were laid one her casket.
She held the heart of a man, she didn't even realize.
She ended her life, thinking no one cared.

She slit her wrist and left them bare.
She laid in a tub of water and waited for her life to end.
Not thinking of the man, who loved her.

She didn't know, and now the man regrets.
Not telling her.
He lays tangled in the sheets of a motel bed.
Surrounded by empty bottles.

And he thinks about words he should have said.
Perhaps things could have been different.
Maybe they could have been happy.

The man is crying now, as he slowly takes the gun.
He puts it to his head and counts from ten to one.
He pulls the trigger and dies.

Along side twenty four roses.

xXxX - Just some Random thoughts. Tell me what you think? xXxX

StopTheMadness 13th of July 2010