Roses On The Mantle

Her eyes are always rolling.

Her heart is all but broken.

Because the last one she let hold it
Let it drop like wilting roses.

Now their silhouette’s imposed
Upon the fireplace mantle, tipping over.

And that was all she wanted,
But now, every night she’s haunted
By their bittersweet aroma.

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