Dear thorny rose
At least you're good for my prose
For my scarlet letters
Oh I have lingered in quiescence
I wonder thanks to who
I wouldn't have fallen so deep
weren't it for you
Why am I holding all the tickets
and why aren't you paying your fines?
They're charges against heart abuse
You left me weak , led astray and confused
If all your love was never real and just wasted
then who the hell are you?
I don't think I want to know
Curiosity has always killed the cat
I'm done dying for people
who's indifference has gone too far to be a joke
because I'm rotting away in flames
and you're telling me you think you can smell smoke
