How can I tell them that we screwed up?
With their soft petals and undying trust,
How can I tell them that we can never be?
Such a dark red color, yet they can never bleed.
A heart that is broken and torn in two
Fresh new stems and greeny dew.
A mouth button closed, dry lips, empty palms.
Sunlight shimmering, soothing it calms.
How can I force their rose petals closed?
Or leave the earth dry near their roots or toes?
That undying trust that the sun will rise again
How can I tell them?
How can I tell them?
Loves dead.
