I gave you three red roses for my love to you,
But you didn’t take them home that evening.
You left them in the taxi is what you told me,
And I know to argue is to catch you in a lie.
It didn’t impress you that is was all I could give,
Because a lady of high standards is what you are about.
I know I don’t give diamonds like the others did,
All I could give you was my heart full of love.
When I found you crying I gave you my handkerchief,
And then I let your tears soak up my best shirt shoulders.
I had to hand wash it because a cleaners I can’t afford,
And when I found out you threw away my drying cloth I was sadden.
I took you for a burger and a shake with two straws,
Wanting to drink from the same glass to touch your lips.
You didn’t share the food you dislike, nor let me kiss the straw,
Instead you threw my hard earned earnings away calling them a waste.
I gave you three red roses to signify not just my love for you,
But also the three times I know you cheated on me and lied.
You see the taxi driver told me the times he drove you home,
And the arms around you in the back seat were not my own.
It wasn’t the roses that hurt you, but the thorns you sat on,
I made sure the florist gave me the roses with the longest ones.
So that when you try to sleep at night in your own bed alone,
Those roses will remind you that he and I were there at the same time.
Copyright © Oscarelizondo Tuesday December 05, 2010 10:40 AM
To love is to hurt, to be hurt, to feel hurt, and sometimes pay back can hurt. Thank you for reading this.