Tucked Away

Roses are burgundy, violets are dead, and the family blossoms I hand-picked is enfolded under my pitch dark bed My hearts beats slightly and my love leaves silently Dismiss from mind Ted, Greg, and Meg who is sealed and bedeviled under my pitch- dark bed and not to be narrow-minded although I’m looking out for I instead Your smirk creates the impression of politely on the other hand the resentfulness you all gained for I is unclearly it’s unsightly You kick me when I’m down and I hurl and wheel around I can feel the kicks kicking me under my bed Happens late and lately everyday and nightly Looks like I have to embed, you all in something twice as cruel than under my bed, cause the attachment I had for these local kinfolks fled “Precisely”, “Untimely”, and “Gladly” - Loverboi