I’ve never received a flower Or even a rose But I’m a guy So it’s acceptable I suppose No kisses Or sweets No treats That signifies ones feelings for me No token of ones love But I have gotten Disappointment Watered with hate Planted in betrayal Fertilized with lies And maintained by fakes Roses are Red But my roses are dead And crumble beneath my feet
A painful tear leaks from my eye, It screams a terrible sound, A sound so loud but unheard from all around, It flows down my cheek and seeps into the ground, “Help him”, it cries “he wants to die”
this place is ours a secret place where raindrops settle on closed eyes making tears that fall upon open pages a place beyond time forever held in memory where we exist only for eachother