Love's promise in cellophane lace
Or dead giveaway?

- Nick Lowe, "Stoplight Roses"

My dear, come see these roses that I brought
for you - I thought you'd like a special treat.

I have no love for flowers that you bought
from homeless guys who sell them on the street.

How can I gain your trust, how to preserve
the spark of passion both of us could share?

You can't, because I've nothing in reserve;
that spark was snuffed before your last affair.

Will you have feelings if I go away?

Just for the flowers; strangely, I feel sorrow.
We'll live to curse and fight another day,
but like our marriage, they'll be dead tomorrow.

I always thought our love could be much more.

Just leave - and take those roses to your whore.

04/15/2015

Posted on 04/15/2015
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