Roses are red and covered in thorns
Violets are as blue as my heart
I’ve learned to take shelter during the storms
The one that you brewed once tore me apart
Honey is sweet so you forget that it’s sticky
And before you know it, you’re stuck
I think I prefer the thorns that are prickly
At least you know what to expect
Flowers are a beautiful sign of affection
Till they’ve wilted and fade in decay
Leaving you feeling the need for protection
Paying debts that a broken heart pays
So you can keep your red roses and violet's of blue
And the sweet sticky remnants they leave
Give me some whiskey and a brand new tattoo
And a sweatshirt without hearts on the sleeve
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
Telling stories my heart needs to tell <3 life is a journey, not a competition
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Comments (6)
Even without the thorns & blue & stickiness, those gifts always seemed to get returned to me.
Excellent words , but sending hugs and support
Go girl! Good work.
This is brilliant Kelli!
For a while, this poem rolls and finds its way into the soul. It never stops, though. It remains with you describing the sense of objects and updates the “roses are red” lines from a bygone era. Full of truth and in touch with reality, the poem simply lifts and flies.
Yes, yes, yes 👏