I hold the rose
close to my nose,
and take in the sweet scent.
I hope you meant,
what you said last night.
Or else I might
feel broken tonight.
The petals on the rose
are slowly falling.
Not sticking with its pose.
I hope I don't end up balling
I hope you don't end up calling,
with a drunken state,
telling me everything you hate
slipping my name out,
making my lips curve in a pout
as my heart shatters
thinking your all that matters.
When you look at me,
with sweet serenity
my heart melts,
close to my belt.
Oh how I wish you meant what you said,
when you led
me to your heart,
now a part
of me will never forget,
how you made that bet.
