Dead Roses Poem by Bree Z Love

When you surprised, me on our first anniversary.
We admired the vibrant colors: red, yellow and oh the burnt orange ones!
So, pretty!
They almost matched the reflection of your skin, undertones,
So, smooth like silk!
Golden, ready,
for hand and hand, talks of our wedding day.
But, somehow,
they came crashing down.
the senseless and petty,
Lie!
You told.
Now, you are pitiful,
wanting to hold these hands, like "Forget Me,
Nots! "
While, I am holding these Dead Roses, with cut hands.
From the valueless vase,
you gave me, to prove your merciless case.
I walk over those dead Roses,
Gracefully.