Ow lover of roses, I can't sweep through your phone Because your phone is full of thorns Ow lover of roses, I can't sweep through your phone Because your phone is full of thorns I can't look into your screen, Find eyes that are not mine; next to yours Not in twine. I can't look at texts and hearts When hearts take us back to starts Of what we had And what we have And what we will have Is nothing but post modern art; Little bits of writings And rhymings that don’t rhyme because my heart cant keep a beat And my beats cant keep up with your schedule. Ow lover of roses I can't see the red in your pedals I just envision me pedaling away; I can't see the red in your tender touches I witness the tender touches caressing the redness off of someone else's eyes; I can't; See you and me in a room, Talking about nothing Yet infesting in void conversations about the nothingness of what we got I can't; See the tips of teeth when you smile I can see the tips of teeth when you're truculent; Trucks, Exiting and transiting Through my arteries While I'm sitting And spitting Lame poetry As you snap chats with shots of nonchalant lens-like tentacles, Rapped round around the sound of dust My heart is echoing Following a path you've set. Ow lover of roses Cried the lonely man In a so lonesome night, As he looks at the stars and moon Realize the missing lines And the misinterpreted patterns To pattern Saturn with Venus and Mars down to earth; Proving pitiful love-like lures Luring man since birth. Ow lover of roses, Roses in the shape of smarties or sandals Or chocolate cakes with no candles I cant handle, The scent you send with roses that bend To fall in my hand And end up plucked in the end.
"Ow Lover of Roses" is initially a song by Soumaya Baalbaki an Arab singer, yet covered by a yet more modern artist "Mike Massy" which led to this peice. Song link here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BrorD54jHVw