Your Rose

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.