You never brought me roses, the day I saw first light, the day I first saw your face, they never glistened in the morning dew, I never got to watch as the memory faded with them.

You never brought me roses when i found my first friend, you.I never saw their sweet yellow as they lay there on the table. I never got to see them, alone, thinking simple thoughts of simple feelings. I never say that blond turn to all colors then back to their dull, stale state in the decaying earth.

I never saw the white of them when I realized faith would never fit me, and I knew I had to live my own life, in the blank slate of purity. I never watched their tips go pink as you brushed me with your love and I never know their crimson from before.

So, now you bring them, the black ones and red ones, finally what I wanted showing your true colors in the end. But now are they even real? Or are they just a commemoration of what once was?  Did you finally bring them iced with a nightly wet turned to a morning frost? and with a kiss on the cheek I fall, in my cherry-black oblong house, filled with me and white plush walls. And now I can watch them forever as they die slowly around me and be come one with the earth. Thanks for your help, thanks for the tears, and thank you, for your Roses.