Bed of Roses
Able to turn a frown upside down.
That's what I'm able to do.
Too impatient to wait on anything more,
Too anxious to close the door
In the face of who knocks.
Lie me down on a bed of roses and lies,
Run the artificial promises through my black hair.
Pretend to make love to the one who cares,
When in reality,
It's nothing more than the one you fantasize about.
She don't care nothing for you.
It was me who nutured you.
Cradled you against my breast when your days were blue.
Gave you the stars and the moon.
Cried your tears more than you do.
Left you alone and held you when you wanted me to.
Taught you what you needed to know,
Stuck by you with a lumpy glue.
And do you know the atrosities and death you've put me through?
Can you count all the times I've said I could never love you
Again?
Exchange me for a that b.
Trade me in to the pawn shoppe.
Cut her up, inch by inch.
Despise me because it was my virginity I kept locked.
Hate me because I loved too much.
Kill me because I've finally had enough.
You've made your choice and stuck with it.
I only hope you can live with it.
Copyright © Kristin Monteiro | Year Posted 2005
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