I like the way their hair shimmers in the warm sun
I like the soft, bouncy way they walk
I like their supple lips and hands that match mine
I like how they smell of flowers, especially roses...
always roses

Sometimes they stab me, right in the back, but I let it happen
so am I allowed to be upset if I am the one who didn't stop her?
I didn't stop her because I don't like the way her hair looks...

I love the way her hair shimmers in the City's sun
I love the soft, bouncy way she walks down the school halls
I love her supple lips and hands that used to hold mine
I love how she smells of flowers, especially roses...
always roses