Roses

Something I wrote when there was a lot of confusion between me and another

Moonshined lavender
And midnight prose,
How many petals
Do you swear are on a rose?

He loves me
She loves me not,
She loves me
He loves me not.

How many people
Say they care a lot?
What can you show
For all that you’ve got?

She loves me
He loves me not,
He loves me
She loves me not.

For with your breath
In the wind,
And to feel the wind in my hair
Makes me feel I’ve sinned.

He loves me
She loves me not,
She loves me,
He loves me not.

There’s more than one way
To show you care,
Sometimes it proves
You’re as addicting as air.

And how do I breath
If you’re not there?

She loves me?
He loves me?
She does.
He does.