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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