i wanted to be a song writer for a little while. before i gave up that dream, i wrote this, but i like it more as a poem i think. i'm still working on it, but this is heteromantic rose; i hope you guys like it. ♥️♥️
romantic roses are red, but mine was pale white
and i always thought about her in the middle of the night
she had thorns of course, but none as sharp as mine
thoughts of her kept my head spinning
she had frizzy, black hair that was never done or neat
but i didn't care cause she was perfect to me
Rose, Rose, she's my heteromantic Rose
Rose, Rose, the only place i'd wanna call home
i thought she wasn't ready, and i was prepared to wait
i never thought it could be possible because no, she can't be . . .
i listened to her music, and she listened to mine
i'm not very patient, but for her, i'd take my time
i never was a glass half full kind of girl
but this one felt different
Rose, Rose, she's my heteromantic Rose
Rose, Rose, the only place i'd wanna call home
she doesn't listen to my music anymore, and there's no need to wait
for a girl who's still pale white, but never mine because she's straight
i still think about her in the middle of the night
and i know that it's not healthy, and i know that it's not right
i should let her go, and i just wish that i knew how
because i'm too deep in now
Rose, Rose, I never thought I'd find my
Rose, Rose, a home that was never mine
i get why she doesn't want me, drops of red would stain her white
i should've listened to myself, i knew it wasn't right
listen out for me now, cuz i'm going fast
the blade has reached my veins, and i'm not gonna last
rose.
YOU ARE READING
my poems
Poetrythis is mostly just for myself, but feel free to read if you're interested. i think i'll mostly post my own poems, but i might include other poems that i just like (with the proper credit of course).
