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, petals rotting all in red, as I close my eyes and I get stuck within my head.

Late nights alone, my sapling prays to grow, to sow, to see you through the phone.

Through paths unknown, my heart unloves, then grows.

Hello, a war at best and show, my ink runs low. We're running in circles again.

Oh, I'd plea for anything to prove this poem complete.

I 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 trust you to stay.

And so I lay in the shimmering moon, just a lovestruck fool.

What do I do but wait for you?

Late nights in dirt, rehearsing every word unheard, a sonnet silent blur.

Sure, it hurts, still digging from the wind and dirt, still digging for a love return, a single stored at first.

It's only three small words that can 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 daisies under skies forever gray.

And I feel so stupid 'cause you feel the same, and when I water the roses, I can 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, within my heart, will I ever grow?

Oh, people, it 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 roads grow separate, if the roses stay dead, I can plant new seeds and tend tomorrow's flower bed.

And I feel so stupid 'cause you feel the same, and when I water the roses, I can 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 quickly 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 come the spring, these flowers will grow.

Need water.