You slipped me a rose over break,
A rose whose shade resembled the colour of my cheeks
A rose whose smell resembled musk and mint ; your favorite
A rose whose shape resembled my now plastered heart.
You slipped me a note over recess
A note whose scribbles resembled the knots in my stomach
A note whose sweat stains resembled those tears stains on pillows; now gone
A note whose mere existence resembled my now dancing soul.
So I waited and waited for you down on lover's lane
Till my legs gave up but heart didn't
Till my head got dizzy but not my dancing soul
Till you never showed up but the realization did
So I waited and waited
Till I saw that the rose had thorns
Thorns that prickled my fingers,
And bleed out my heart
Till I saw that the note had sharp edges
Edges that gave me paper cut,
And made holes in my soul
Till I realized you tried to slip me as a joke.
