Toilet Paper Roses
by Sam Harty

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Do you remember toilet paper roses?
Red nail polish petals?
I ran out of green so the
stems had to be blue.
Notes written on paper towels?
Secret words well hidden
on something that may
eventually touch your lips
the way I wanted to.
--
Do you remember translated playlists?
I'd listen along because I already
knew the words to the song.
You'd close your eyes
when you sang and I would watch
your every blink.
Your smiles, your breathing...
That's when I knew I loved you, I think.
--
Do you remember back rubs that were
always OK because no one knew you and I
were actually gay.
Having you say all your body parts
in English was always amusing
because when you messed up
you'd scowl so beautifully
and blame me for losing.
--
I love you as much today as I did
when I presented you those flowers
the petals, the stem all came from
my heart and my love for you within.
If I could I would shower you with
real red roses but none of them
would measure up to you because
you are the rose of my heart
and I cherish you.
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Thanks for reading! - Sam
About the Creator
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Sam Harty is a poet of raw truth and quiet rebellion. Author of Lost Love Volumes I & II and The Lost Little Series, her work confronts heartbreak, trauma, and survival with fierce honesty and lyrical depth. Where to find me
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