Plastic Roses

How many roses can you give
In this land filled with lies and deception.
You whom I thought
Was my lover.
Gave plastic roses
To pleasure another.
Unknown to me,
I let you flood my room
With roses that shone and glitter.
But those roses were made
To bury a secret.
And when I knew, my heart shattered.
Plastic roses, plastic memories, plastic love.
I filled my story with your lies,
Became a martyr to a false paradise.
© 2022 Zyrhyll Vincent Yosores