• A scarlet rose sitting on the cobble wall, and all along I knew
    Velvet petals lush with dew
    I’d heard the lies and what was true
    This display was nothing new

    But in spite my hands did wander forth, and deeply in I sighed
    A crippled heart tried
    Resistance died

    I saw the betrayal far off, but still my pricked fingers bled
    A matching shadow red
    Proof of all my dread
    Desolation fed

    I despise roses and know their thorns; I’ve shed these tears before
    The wounds still sore
    I ought not go for more

    The lilac bush instead calls my name, falling petals like a kiss
    And I am meant for this
    A different sort of bliss

    Roses for love, violets for tears in a garden of weeds
    Lilies and reeds
    Sorrows and greeds..
    But I plant the seeds.