The Smell Of A Roses

I could have said many words, but they do not need it
Couldn’t say the words
Silence were deafening me
And only me
if you might knew that progress has stopped
like my heartbeat
Oh, everyone is telling me, every single soul –It’s okay

But they are liars
truthfully they are

A woman – walked into her bedroom, the clothes were on the floor and she was just sobbing, didn’t see the end of it.

It was her fella,lover who dashed off this room

3 days ago

He went to War

He has gone

She was smelling his clothes, memorizing details, spots
all the spectrum she felt upon
Her was killing slowly
They mind-burned

It was a smell of the roses, has bloomed recently in the backyard of her house
They have planted them together, personally
He was a big of a help
Now she is tortured holding this scent.

In two weeks, she found out:
The body of his thrown to the ground, his heart was alone
And presently the same heart
Is decorating now
The cold and ghastly gravestone
Thy heart has stayed to atone

Feelings were real, back in to roam
The flowers that flourished – they dry
Also like, they hate their goodbye

The blood the blood the blood
I’m weak weak, weak
Sick sick, sick