Poems of Me

Roses

11/12/14
Wrap your lips around those words
Throw a punch line, who comes out worst?
Show off your little strange habits
There's no worse way to say it

Wrapped in paper and elastic bands
The scent of this cursive is so dull and bland
Smile tightly and nod along to what they say
I just wanted to say, I always hated gifts anyway

I'm not quite sure what created this bliss
But as long as your here I feel I'm innocent
Let's play a game of truths
Who will win and who will lose?

It's your loss
I gave up all of my love
You gave me nothing at all
And I thought you were in it for the fall

These thorns cut deep in my origami heart
And I really don't know where to start
These petals are poison, clearly that's true
And as for the roses, clearly they're not from you