• A rose to you my dear
    Your dead, and still more beautiful then ever
    Though your organs hang;
    And flies found a liking to their smell.
    Yet, I still find you so pretty.

    I still love you, I dont even feel sad for killing you.
    you deserve it, you left me.
    so, as many say in times of action, If I cant have you,
    No one shall

    I nail you to my once clean white wall paper
    To show the world you still shine
    Each day and night I'll kiss your pale, and rotting fleash
    To remind your spirit i still crave its body

    I'll read poems to you, let your hanging ears have a listen
    And your empty, now white brain, to think of
    My respect to your intellegence.

    So their you hang, but not for long
    your body would rot more each day, But I'll still love you more and more.
    I could always go out to the store and buy new nails
    I would buy you anything.

    But, I hear the cop's sirens, and jitter
    I wont be able to see you for a long time my Wilting rose.
    But suicide is the next option
    So then, you could answer me when I say I love you.