You always wear that ring
When you dance, play, or sing
When you walk or when you drive
When you achieve what you strive
That silver always hug your fingers,
Leaving metallic scent that lingers
Intoxicating, unbearably addicting
When you punch it'll leave a sting
The arrows that always points around
The ring that's nowhere to be found
The one and only thing that allows me
To keep on dreaming about you and me
But who am I to imagine,
What you and I would've been?
I now have nothing to say
You've had her anyway
YOU ARE READING
Hearts of Roses
PoetryA 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...
