your name on my lips,
a whisper in the night
-ten thousand enunciations,
do you even know my name?
what’s my name?
they fall like rain
white and pink and red and blue,
fluttering wings, little butterflies
you call them pretty,
as they cascade to the floor,
little whirlwinds,
tiny storms.
roses, roses,
they all fall down,
pick up my petals
i’ll be ashes in the ground.
in my dreams,
you twirl me around,
soft hands in my hair,
eyes on mine,
golden mornings and moonlit nights.
each morning, morning i wake in your arms,
every night we’re under the garden’s bridges,
a soft waltz,
for softer caresses,
and yet the petals fall all around.
roses, roses,
they all fall down,
pick up my petals
i’ll be ashes in the ground.
i don’t dream anymore,
all my days i lay in the sunlight
-dreams of mornings fill my head,
as i grasp rose petals,
strewn like dreams all around.
summer turns to winter,
spring won’t come for me,
the last spring i’ll ever know,
there are rose petals on top of me and i’m six feet below.
roses, roses,
they all fell down,
you didn’t pick up my petals
so now i’m ashes in the ground.
(song)
