roses

Night after Valentine's, 10:35
Inside the Indigo in LA Live
From my fifth-floor window I noticed
An old man
Holding a patterned umbrella, peddling old
Roses
Leftovers from yesterday's cliches
Petals straying from the corolla, only to die by isolation
Colors faded, not as bright
Stigmatized and undesired... expired
But still that old man
Standing in the road with
His bag of old roses
At the red light hoping, to catch a hopeless romantic's
Dead eyes rolling
Who's knowing, maybe they blew it, maybe it's just nonexistent
Either way it's overdue and
Love is oversaturated
Opposite of those
old roses
Those dark, dry, ugly, worn-out thorns-out
Might as well be posers roses
Those roses
Those ones I feel are the closest



Credits
Writer(s): Trey Sequeira
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