Red Petals

Red Petals I bring you roses with no extra demands They are pretty just like her, the thorns prick my hands A rose every single calendar month A ritual that cannot ever seem to be yet enough The red petals match that red kiss The time our lips met for that lover’s sure bliss The petals are soft to the silky touch But now I think I do not love you dearly as much Time passes, and I dream of us Back together I wish we could be, now a must The rose does have its cutting thorns Though we are not together, my heart is still torn Now separate, we are back to our own ways Sometimes I wish that you were still with me somedays The thorns have cut through my beating heart And your petals are still beautiful, they are a work of art. Travis “Ceijaeh” Klein