Water the Roses

“i guess it can’t be helped”

“it’s just a matter of when”

“do you think she’d notice

if i never bloomed again?”

as my roots grow tangled

letters rotting on read

i just close my eyes

as I get stuck within my head

late nights alone

the sapling prays to grow

to sow,

to see you through the phone

through paths unknown

my heart elopes by prose

hello

awarded best in show

my inking slows

and we're running in circles again

a worn out plea for anything

to prove this poem complete

i've come to see

that if it's between you and me

words won't get through to anyone

lost in the flower buds

it's only three small words

that I'm desperate to hear

but I can't be certain

if you're always nowhere near

if the sun grew cold

proving all that I fear

if I had your blessing

then it all would disappear

but I feel so stupid

'cause you feel the same

and when I water the roses

i can't trust you to stay

so here I lay, 'neath the shimmering moon

just a lovestruck fool

what do I do

but wait for you?

late nights inert

rehearsing every word

unheard

a sonnet-silent blur

and sure it hurts

these fingerstips covered in dirt

still digging for a love returned

a single sordid verse

it's only three small words

that could make me run away

moving soil like mountains

for a chance at brighter days

but the eight small letters

never show me their grace

kiss a rose or push daisies

under skies forever gray

and I feel so stupid

'cause you feel the same

and when I water the roses

i can't trust you to stay

so here I lay 'neath the shimmering moon

just a lovestruck fool

what do I do

but wait for you?

people come and surely they go

flowers wilt and surely they grow

oh, my heart, don't spare me the truth

when I bloom it won't be for you

oh!

people come and quickly they go

oh!

right through my heart, will I ever grow?

i guess it can't be helped

it's just a matter of when

if she just won't notice

then I'll take it on the chin

if our roots grow separate

if the roses stay dead

i can plant new seeds

and pen tomorrow's flower bed

and I feel so stupid

'cause you feel the same

and when I water the roses

i can't trust you to stay

so here I lay 'neath the shimmering moon

just a lovestruck fool

what do I do

but wait for you?

people come and surely they go

flowers wilt and surely they grow

oh my heart, so sure of the truth

when I bloom, it won't be for you

oh!

people come and quickly they go

oh!

soon comes the spring these roses will grow·