Three red roses
No one can ever give me any more
Why do I ask for less
Just a participation in this commitment
I’m not asking to play spades
I just want to feel again
To know love and hate
But instead I’m dead
Because of what you’ve done and said
And I have to make up my inner happiness
Even tho I know that’s what I’m supposed to do
And all I got is myself to talk it through
So everything that I experience
Is filtered and expected
like
Knowing rain will fall
When the clouds are dark and gray
Seeing the sun go down
Knowing night will have its way
The foresight in the road to know
That time will show
Wisdom through patience
If one can wait for love to grow
I’ll wait forever to see
The love I saw
behind
the
Three red roses
He once gave me

Now only a black and white photograph of
What that love used to be.