I plant a flower for each kiss
Black as night and my sweet bliss
Fragrance deadened over time
Wilted with my frame of my mind

With so many roses one supposes
I’d leave them all behind
Instead I bury them in the soil
Of this dead rose garden of mine

Each one by the same hand delivered
Recalling memories I shivered
Each rose watered with discarded tears
Bottled up over what feels like years

And so you left me for the sea
Alone, my dead rose garden and me
I recall fading memories sighing
Like the embers of a fire dieing
They leave me one by one
But ashes remain
Dead roses; old memories
That will never live again

Of my dead rose garden I take tender care
Catching a shadow here and there
Of your face within the wilted scenery
How I wish it could still be greenery

That our skin would mesh again; the same ilk
That these petals were still made of silk
Not just shells of times before
Oh if your lips would grace mine once more
And I could feel you bring me life within
Every touch a tender sin

Instead I’m left with a garden dead
Crippled roses left in their bed
Left me here with nothing said
Just like you

A lone rose floating in an endless sea
A bittersweet love note from you to me
No words written or spoken
Now I find myself heart broken

But the rose that you left me last
Has refused to fade away as fast
It keeps me company amidst the gloom
Of the dead rose garden’s lost spirit
It’s null scent like sweet perfume
To lifelessness; I can hardly endear it

The little life still left for me
In my garden of your memory
Brings me hope that one day I’ll see
You riding the waves home to me

Until then for you I’ll look
In every cranny, every nook
And tend my dead rose garden
One flower still left alive
One ember in the ash still shows
One hope that you’ll survive
And live to give me another rose

I’ll tend it heart and soul till then
Perhaps it will live again
And with that said
Perhaps it will remain dead
Either way
No matter our distance apart
You’ll always be alive within my heart
 
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