Category: Writers Block
Red roses he brought her, so full and so sweet.
He declared his love, down on one knee.
Yellow roses he gave her to wear in her hair.
While, before God and their friends, they became a pair.
Pink roses he gave her on the day she gave him Emily, so small and so fair.
They were for his wife and his baby, so they could share.
White roses he sent her when the days were dark and the heart was dim.
While they stood by the grave side and watched them lower the tiny coffin in.
Dead roses he left her when he walked away, dried up like his love had become.
Teardrops on the roses, crushed in her hand, She wondered just how her life had come undone.
Well damn if that isn't true to life and incredibly depressing. Well written, if a bit strained at the end there. Still, it represents a bredth of emotions.