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Roses.

He bought her roses

To mask the foul odor

Of his actions.

And they worked!

He watched her face glow

Felt the warm embrace

From her arms 

Then her love below.

2:56 A.M.

He laid awake

Thoughts dripping

"How

Could

You

Betray

Her?"

"How

Could

You?"

"How!!?"

"How??"

"How...

Can you make it right?"

"Will she say goodbye"

Roll over and inhale her peace

One

Final

Time...

The third day he returns.

A smiling mask

Hides his concern...

Where trust once lived

Now resides a dark side

Frightened of karma not yet received...

So naive to think an angel

Could be everything he's prayed for

Vague suspicion births notions of deceit...

Innocent.

Pure love & honesty she'd sown!!

Foolish.

A total jackass of a man shown

He has tainted a love he's so longed...

He clutches her key

Not knowing what fate may bring

As the petals fall

And the roses

Decay.