There he is.
The man of my dreams.
The one who I love so dearly.
Yet hes slipping out my hands.
He doesn't come home in time anymore He say hes workin late in the office, but I know hes with her.
Hes always gone.
He hasn't touched me in months.
He doesnt call anymore.
He thinks I don't know. But I know.
And it hurts So much.
But i hide it.
But if only he could see how much I love him.
How much this is killing me.
I think to my self "Whats wrong with me?"
"Am I really not enough anymore?"
"When will it end?"
"Why can't I be his Roza again?"
"Was I ever even really his Roza?"
"And what about the kids?"
I try to just forget about it.
I like to think its not happening.
But I have to face the truth.
And sign the papers.
And Just let him be happy.
I guess I will always be that Broken Rose.