The Beauty Of Roses

Red roses on the floor
bueaty marking its glory
i really cant take no more
its lovely texture
not aware its by a dead body
the grave marked an amazing husband
but thats a lie
he cant mend the thiing he has broken
he cant mend my heart
as people cry around me
they never really knew what he was like
i dont really care
i could never forget the stares he gave me
he said i was nothing
that i was dead to him
but what he dosent know
is hes the one dead now
it makes me want to laugh
it makes me want to cry
it makes me want to die
as i closed me eyes
i pictured him slapping me again
kicking me to the floor oh the
things he CANT mend
he smashed plates upon my head
his hands hold me in some kind of grasp
but now hes gone
thats enough said
he never understood me
but it really dosent matter because hes DEAD to me