By Cherri
Date: 28 December 1999

With This Rose...

With this rose
In my hand
I leave you with
A betrayed golden band

I slip it off the finger
You slipped it on not long ago
I remember how 
You loved me so

The words you said
You swore were true
And the nerve you have
To leave me with a broken "I do"

And with this sweet rose
I leave you my past
Times with you 
Were destined not to last

I slide a rolled note
Onto the stem
And secure it with your golden lie
Suddenly it's sparkle is dim

I'm sure you won't notice though
You never seemed to notice it on me
So don't bother to look 
Just let it be

When you find this rose
On your pillow tonight
You'll also find my secret goodbye
Enwrapped by your golden lie.

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