Lean closer, my darling
I've got a gift for you
It's not expensive of all things
it lacks my usual allure
In my hand I hold a rose,
and yes, my dear, it is fake
But don't get sad and walk away
Please don't make that silly mistake
Take this rose, and keep it close
I'll be faithful to you, until it dies
I'll leave now, as the night wind blows
I promise, there won't be any sad goodbyes
YOU ARE READING
Hearts of Roses
PoesiaA series of poems about romance life and its ups and downs. Mostly downs, but that's what reality is. Too many ups will give you painful downs. More downs and less ups makes balance. Or maybe I'm just seeing it wrong. Oh, and a wee bit of creepines...
