cream roses
you say it hurts.
your eyes itch more than ever;
the sneezing never stops
you want no more pain-
but I always loved your cream roses.
you threaten to kill it.
spread poison across the soil,
watching it seep into its roots
shrivelling up, colour now fading-
but I always loved your cream roses.
you like winter a lot.
i guess it' because the buds disappear,
the thorns its last prickly reminder;
it's future now mostly bleak-
but I always loved your cream roses.
you give up in spring.
packing your things stubbornly,
you know you should've killed them;
the colour teasing you tenderly now-
but I always loved your cream roses