The Roses

The roses inside her heart have wilted.

Rooms are empty even if they are gilded.

Swollen eyes have stopped begging for mercy,

But the brain and heart still have controversies.

Another morning come on up, rise and shine.

Leave the bottle in the bed, half filled with wine.

Leave the cigarettes you smoked in the dark..

But Oh! See! It left a little mark.

Injections should be hidden in the room,

Because its morning flowers need to bloom.

Cuts on your palm should be hidden by gloves,

While smoking at night you never count your puffs.

You still hold galaxies in your eyes,

But the problem is your heart is bigger than your size.

Your smile is crying for a cry then why are your eyes still too dry?