Dead Roses Poem by Marie Causey

Dead are the roses that you sent to me
The words you said as well
Everyone said to me you'd put me through Hell

Gone the Memory of your kiss on my waiting lips
Why you went away I don't understand
Was my love not enough for you in dear the end

They say for everybody one true love exists
How could you make my heart bleed
Was it just lust you felt for me, born out of greed

Dead long gone are you and the roses you sent me
Each one now bows its little head
All I have is dead flowers and an empty cold bed