I'm stomping on the roses and trampling on my dreams,
And anyone should guess what these simple actions mean.
I'm screaming at the stars on this tired night, but they just
Ignore my tears and twinkle back their delight. And the sun's
hidden his head in despair because love always gets no where;
so I'm wishing in the darkness for all the weeds to grow
for roses raise expectations and my hopes have fallen low -
but some might find beauty in the midst of a patch of weeds.
Poetry » Love Rated: K+, English, Poetry, Words: 92, Favs: 2, Follows: 1, Published: 4/11/2008