A Rose

Beneath the silent shadows
A Rose, laid to rest
Softly placed, gently and beautiful
Across her porcelain chest

Three days ago it happened
One cannot forget
“A self-inflicted gun-shot”
No one knew how she felt

Emotion swelled inside her
Too much pain, hate
His lying became too much
Jealousy too great

A Rose withered away
Dried in the July sun
Nothing left to live for
Though her life had just begun