He Loves Me Not

A rose sat on the table,
He promised it would never die,
And when it was worn and withered,
I did not cry.

It's not what I expected,
I knew the rose would not grow,
Into a lumbering, majestic tree,
That in the wind would flow.

The petals fell, one by one,
Browned under the burning sun,
Scattered across the table and chairs,
Worn and withered without a care.

And when the rose finally snapped,
I let out a deep sigh,
The weight of the world,
Broke its' neck,
But I did not cry.

I already knew what to think,
When I saw your face,
But I learned how not to speak,
When it wasn't my time or place.

I played your little game,
And we had a bit of fun,
But now we're driving in the other lane,
And all is said and done.

My shoulders are turned in,
The petals fall from my hand,
The ocean washes them away,
Down on the sand.

I know this wasn't planned,
And it didn't last too long,
But it's hard to pretend,
That I am still strong.

A rose sat on a grave,
He promised it would never die,
And when it was worn and withered,
All I could do was cry.