THE ROSES HAVE DIED

I look into your eyes,
I see they disagree with mine.
Our love was a gemstone,
Now it's lost its last bit of shine.

The candle has burnt down.
We just get on each other's wick.
You've learnt I'm not for you,
And I've learnt you're a lunatic.

I can't remember when,
Hand-holding and each caring quote,
Turned to wanting to place,
Our hands around each other's throat.

So sadly, the answer,
To "We're not meant to be, are we?"
Has become the one thing,
On which we know we both agree.

28 March 2005