Summer Roses, Winter Showers

The roses that you gave me
They're still hangin' on the wall
And your footsteps as you left me
Are just an echo in the hall

No matter what the heartache
When I see them every day
They're only a dusty memory
That I just can't throw away

Spiders join the thorns
On each dusty drying bloom
But tears of blood I cried that day
Stained wet memories in that room

And I could still feel the pain
As I pinned those roses high
Only minutes after you'd left
I swore that I would die

So here I sit again
Reflecting on a few dead flowers
And like I've said before
We were summer roses in winter showers ...

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