you told me
the roses in my garden
weren't red enough,
so i changed them.
then
you told me
the roses in my garden
weren't big enough,
so i changed them.
finally,
you told me
no matter what i did
my roses would never be pretty
enough for you,
so i cried.
i let you trample up all
my roses
and i took the thorns and the petals
and i chewed them up,
and spit them in your face.
but one thorn
got swallowed
and it
remains stuck in my
throat to this
very day.
for every lie i get told
i swallow a thorn
how many boys would it take,
to get my rose garden back?
& i never even promised you a rose garden.