Saturday, March 14, 2009
They were there lying on my skin when I awoke
Soft dark petals contrasting with alabaster
I dress to cover them so
No one can see my roses,
No one can see the only gifts you’ve given me.
I’ll hold them close until they whither away
But I know you’ll give me new ones.
Thank you, they are so beautiful,
But they hurt,
They hurt so badly.
I’ll accept each one lovingly,
Because with every strike I take
Another blossom blooms.
And these flowers are better
Than nothing at all.
So c'mon baby,
Use me, abuse me,
i'm waiting for my new bouquet.
Posted by Destinee at 6:43 PM