The Rose of December

What a mystery she lived a fake a lie everything she did she laughed, she cried, truely an honest girl but what really went on in her world dead roses, dead roses you always wanted everlasting roses dead roses, dead roses what do you do with dead roses How did this unexpectedly fall apart it took a blow straight to the heart how did you not see that her face wilted from reality dead roses, dead roses still looks beautiful as it decomposes dead roses, dead roses why would you rid of dead roses How long did she know she would lay surrounded by roses when flakes fell? or when the lake froze Once her eyes were warm, deep, blue, until they crystalized one stare ensued a spell; one mirror reflected her paralyzed dead roses, dead roses that rose of December closes dead roses, dead roses what do you do with dead roses? marveled the velvet but over looked its thorns the petals faded quickly once they were torn a shameful way to die yet a shame its dead another shame we couldnt capture her head dead roses dead roses oh the alluring fragrant it exposes dead roses dead roses it will be hard to toss dead roses as if she knew a secret; that seldom wanted to know too bad her body is frozen, too bad she fell with the snow motinoless eyes still peak, and silenced not thoughts but her say those words stay in her eyes -underground with dead roses on her grave