The door slowly opens
And I turn to look at you
The breeze from your opened windows
Blows your curtains
From the wooden floor
The darkened table
By your window
Grey vase with the Roses
The Red ones you kept
Why?
Because I bought
Them for you
The room still full of memories
And the smell of your cigarettes
Not that long ago
We laid upside down
On that white crumpled large bed
In love, words we whispered
Were they true?
Now I leave
Quickly dressed
Why did you have
To tell the truth
I believed you a year ago
A nice year a happy year
That I have spent with you
I came back to you this year
I did not want to know the past
We started all over again
Now you confess the truth
I look at you
I see your tears
What am I to do
Stay or go
Go or stay
You have broken
My Heart in two
An open door
I turned to you
The pleading words you say
Your tears
Your eyes say it all
The love that you profess
Do I, do I
Stay with you?
I turn to look at you
Red Roses in that vase
Upside down
With you I laid
Kisses and love
We had made
I just keep looking
At You……………..
Decisions ….. there are no easy answers …. all is grey …… sometimes perfection is impossible.
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