A Rose For Every Lie

I never liked roses. They were so temporary in their life span.

Just as you had been in mine. 

A rose for every lie you told

A rose for every disappointment 

How many times had you promised you'd be there and you weren't?

I lost track after twice. Why so many more chances afterwards?

Maybe I wanted to believe in you. 

Hoping to see something that just didn't exist.

Doesn't make you a bad person, just bad for me.

There's nothing to forgive so you needn't say you're sorry when you know you're not. 

I know who you are

Don't waste the lovely bearing of roses to mask your lies 

You're only killing a fresh lovely flower.

And most of all don't ask me to meet you anywhere just for a last chance to explain yourself.

I know you won't be there. 

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For once you waited, much to my surprise

I watched from afar, it wasn't for long.

When you left our proposed meeting place, 

I had taken a page from your play book and dropped a dead carnation on the ground for you to find.

You knew it was left by me,

You know I never liked roses anyway.