May 9th, 2001 1:20:30am.

Dead heads
Why can't I be like you?
Your skin slowly falls from your head, 
As hair falls from the scalp.
Peach.

Your death is so painful
Yet, full of aromatic pleasure
Romantic pleasure
Pink.

Each layer dries ever so slowly 
To a delightful crisp
Then so beautifully
Do you do dive from your womb 
Into the nothingness below to shatter 
Onto the cold hard cement
Yellow.

Save me save me
I'm sorry I can not save you. 
I can not fill life and love back into you
Not now, 
Not after death
Impossible...
So impossible 
Wishful thinking, despair
Purple

I can only hold your remains in my bare hands
And allow for my tears to end your life 
As they kiss your delicate petals and moisten them with 
Tender memories.
White

Colors fade with time, as do memories.
Time still stands still for me.
The roses you sent me
They have long withered
Filling my room with the scent of a beautiful death.
Reminding me of yours
Black