Will you give me that bouquet of roses?
Will you hand me explanations along with the salt?
Either way you are dead to me.
Do or say, you are dead to me.
Would you mind stroking my shoulders for once?
Could you come so close I could feel your warmth?
Either way you are dead to me.
Do or say, you are dead to me.
You never were there when I needed you,
You never held me when I was down,
You never left when I asked you to,
While I was lost you were always found
Don't you get it?
Well, you never understood.
You really don't get it?
Well, you never were good.
So will you give me that bouquet of roses?
Will you hand me explanations along with the salt?
And then in miraculous ways the past would change?
Sorry to disappoint you,
but you're just not up to date.
Either way you are dead to me.
Do or say, you are dead to me.
Wow, this is really good, sad though, but awesome! Great job girl! :)
ReplyDeletemm, its a great poem. and its a special one you know, you seem to have no hope and still you dont want to let go, wow, great one becca.
ReplyDelete:) Incredible Becca, it seems like your jumping down someone's throat for doing something bad, I simply LOVE it!
ReplyDeleteThanks fellas! :* yeah amin, you really got me there. I have no hope but I'm not giving in... pretty head on description of me... :) And you got me there too, Ryan. Jumping people's throats is my job :P
ReplyDeletelol, the best way to handle things is to let them hear it from the mouth of anger
ReplyDeleteSeconded! :D
ReplyDelete