True Love Cannot Be

Memories in chalk will wash again,

I cannot keep them out the drain.

I've tucked sadness in the sheets,

Tonight I will not sleep.

The magic land of iced princess cries,

They shatter, melt, and cut their ties.

She held three roses in her hand,

Each for a love she couldn't understand.

I rode to her with news of plenty,

She handed me a rose, and I held it ready.

She had no roses left and a man on his knees,

He had blood on his face, her true love hanging in the trees.

I returned her the rose, iced tears, and memories.