Diary Of A Hopeless Romantic

Eglantine roses married with milk daisies
In a garland
Meant for you
Lays about your dresser
Taking up hollow reservation.
Writing down bruising pain poetically,
Hoping I scribbled the precise utterances,
In notes addressed to you.
Surrounded by teddy bears and blossoms,
Covering up the truth...
I will never be with you.