Roses

Deceit and love

 

Roses

Oh, Oh

Bring me all the roses in your garden

Bring me something I want now

A basket full of them

A sweet vase

And don’t pick off the thorns.

 

No, love

We’ll pick them off together

Counting each and every one

And I will use them against you

 

Each sin you have done

You’ve deceived me

My dear

 

Be with me now

When your fingers are red

I’ll keep the roses

We’ve cleaned up

And I’ll never look back

To

You

Again.

Author's Note

Just tell me what you think

Reviews

[brittneymarie]

Great poem..It was very different and thats what made it good

"Be with me now
When your fingers are redI
ill keep the roses"

love it

,BrittneyMarie