You smirk when you see I’m jealous
Showing me flowers that he bought you
The brilliant colors crying “Smell us!”
It’s the bouquet I never got you.
And while my soul is held in your palm
Yours rest comfortably in my hand
I can’t help but ache because I’m gone
And don’t know when I’ll see you again.
My heart beats to count down the seconds
Until God chooses to bring us close
And if it ever stops, I reckon
You can substitute this as your rose
But even if I bought you the world
I know something would still be missing
You’re worth more than me and Earth so girl
I hope you’ll settle for some kissing.