And I wonder if you can still smell them
Though the edges are curling
And turned a deeper shade of red
He would have crushed them in his ahnds
Because he loves to destroy beautiful things
I guess that's why his palm is still red with my blood
But why did he ignore my tears...?
When they fells against his blood-stained finertips
And when he called me beautiful
It was nothing special.
I was only the next girl on his list
But you, you still smell the roses, don't you?
Although I see the shadows across your eyes
I know it's only from the candles you've lit
He never bothered to take the time -
To taste the salt against my cheeks
From the tears that were meant for only him
And I only mean to say how much I loved him
But I don't know when I stopped caring...
Because those crushed rose petals
Are slowly drifting from his grasp
You can't hold onto something that prescious
And i guess that's why he let me slip between his fingers
Because the leaves were beginning to brown...
And I was no loger shaped to his liking
But you - you still smell the roses, don't you?
They still linger in the air
And they still look beautiful to you...
I know they're drooping
But the stems are still strong
And I know you can see beyond the crushed petals
Scattered about the floor in tear-stained puddles...
Written - 4-29-02; 6:38 AM
Added - 4-08-03; 9:21 PM
Jenna White