The dress hangs from the door

She awaits his call,

Princess syndrome,

Fleeting moments,

Of lies and half remembered truths,

always someone else to blame 

From this,

Forgiveness is the key 

To the castle,

People lie,

To save themselves

How does she know 

Hers is not the only dress 

The only door,

For in the sweet intuition

Of a woman's mind

The truth always surfaces 

And the roses petals fall,

Roses from weddings 

And funerals 

My favourite flowers 

Are stargazer lillies,

Reminding me of the midnight sky,

The beaches where I held your hand,

Lonely hotel rooms 

Red roses match the blood 

And lies of men 

Who should know 

That secrets will escape 

And doors will close 

Just as quickly as they open.