HER BOOK OF POETRIES

BED OF ROSES

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Marrying you was my promise.
I have always been honest.
We have fought for each other,
We believed in nothing, not forever.

You wanted to sleep with me in a bed of roses.
I agreed. We will, even if the world opposes.
Every second passing by,
The wedding is always on our mind, and hear the relief after every sigh.

After a year, I woke up without you.
I almost forgot, instead I opened the window.
I'm happy, extremely happy.
I know you are too, afterall we're free.

I remember that day.
When it started a tragedy.
When my world stopped turning,
And your flame stopped burning.

From how your eyes closed permanently.
How my mind have nothing to say.
How I hugged your cold body in the bed full of white roses.
Your promise, we did it, but in a painful way.

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