in a town full of rose-yards....
some yellow some green even
mainly pink or purple
i found you and your soul
upon the lust for spring came the summer
our bodies hot with lust
we flowed trough whatever life threw at us.
when fall came .... we had gray and falling hair
but the roses were still there.... renewing each year
winter came and my last joke was that i'd never die
"smile sweetie" i said... she thought that if i'd laugh some more.....
she even told me that either id die or her but we'd both be gone in the end.
so i swore... the day you die... im putting myself besides you and laying there...
in the end here i am ... tomorrow a new cycle begins.... our kids go to school
and i lay here... and wait.
in a suit... and with a black rose.