Red Roses

The sun shines and it feels explosive

Red roses are blooming

And I’m still leaning in to see you.


All this time I’ve wanted you.

But the red rose are saying no to me.

“It’s not yours to be yours.”


Someday all these flowers will stop speaking to me and I’ll run straight into your arms.


But for now I hate all these red roses.


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