laying in your arms
i was a red
red
rose
i suppose
you've heard these words before
i sigh and reply
and so it goes
"he's the one my heart beats for."
i suppose
he's the one i was made for
i suppose
he chose
me too
if only i knew
i was
to bloom
at the brim age of twenty three
acted like i enjoyed big words
chrysanthemums aren't a thing like me
i change my reasoning
for now
i suppose
i am to be
a red
red
rose
i just hope he chose me
i just hope he doesn't loathe me
i just hope he knows me
i just hope he grows me
like a rose
in his arms i closed my eyes
in his arms i died
my bad, I do that sad shit way too much
call me rose
and i'll be your rose
i suppose
so long as you don't
make me bleed
i won't make you
if you don't make me
please see me delicately
though it is known to be an unpopular belief
according to my prose
i have only shown to be mean
but please
i am none of the things i used to be
i see irises in your eyelids like irises i grow in my garden
i stared at them
i imagined what it would be like to have you all of the time
sigh
i can't do this right?
i'm not supposed to be here
but let me stay the night
a thousand sheets stained red with my innocence
i look at you...
i wonder what you'll do with it
i want to crawl underneath
i want to hide away or hide with
for now i'm just not sure what to think
i'm not supposed to be here
it always starts that way, doesn't it?
