Not a poem

Roses

I hope that the lipstick
I left
On your face
Stays red like the roses
I layed
On your grave
I waited all night
Yet you never came

I hope that the memories
That sticked
In your brain
Will burn like the poison
You put
In my veins
I waited all night
Yet you never came

I hope that the voices
You left
in my head
Will once tell a story
With another
Instead
I waited all night
Yet you never came

I hope that the music
They played
When we danced
Stays loud like the voices
They put
In our heads
They were the water
And we a flame