Roses

You watch me
As I'm falling down
You see me
When I hit the ground
Your ears ring
When you hear the sound
Bury me 'til your nails are brown
There's something wrong
With these tourists
They don't scramble with disinterest
They flood around with no risk
And cover my body with roses

Withered roses
Tend to expose the motive
Corroded and bloated
But only selfish is quoted

Surround me
With loads of grief
Replace me with poetry
Watch you flee as I drift to sleep
Six feet deep with the memories
You only speak of when I chose to leap
Instead of what was really killing me
You leave me for superiority
And your moral majesty

Withered roses
Tend to expose the motive
Corroded and bloated
But only selfish is quoted



Credits
Writer(s): Elijah Kealy
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