The Wilted Roses
He sent me roses
Just the other day
He thought it would be special
That things would be okay
But, he hurt me so deep
Deeper than roses go
There's nothing left for us
That is something I know
He 'blew it' when he broke my trust
And when he broke my heart
Since that horrible day
Things just fell apart
No, I don't love him.
I want him to understand
I don't want another caress
I don't want to hold his hand
His roses sit in my closet
For yet another day
I told him I'd call him
But, I don't know what I'd say...
That I've found another
Who cannot cause me as much pain
Who, unlike him, won't make me cry
A non-stopping rain
Someday maybe the pain will heal
But I'll never forget
All the confusion he caused me
And all the upset
So, while his roses sit there wilting
Along with my love and care
Looking at them now is more anguish
Than I can bear..
