Lost eyes , messy hair ,

His heart is filled with deep sadness;

Neither he can face it nor avoid

He still stares at his window,

His eyes looks at the torn roses,

The water, air and even sunlight wasn’t even enough to keep its petal red, or it’s branch green

He feels looking like a mirror whenever he see the torn roses,

Having all the thing in need but still not able to feel alive , feel green

He smiles, taking the roses in hand, those thrones of roses piercing through this finger

All he could feel was numbness,

He felt alive when he get those roses from her

But, just like she left him, all he could do was grieve the dead roses, she left for him.

-S