A box of chocolates on her bed
A vase of roses, a story said
A secret love, nobody knows
Binds her close, as does your prose
You promised to meet, at the station at night
She came to see you, even after a fight
But you never came, and she stood alone
With no one beside her, to face the unknown
The roses in her room, wither with time
Petals fall to the floor, in an unrhymed rhyme
She keeps the flowers, wherever they fall
A silent reminder, that you were her all
this is really good! so sad