He was the earth to my moon
I revolved around his palms
From the rising of the sun to the embracing of the horizon
Yet it was her door step he left the dozen roses
We survived slitting wrists
We laughed when society thought she had us figured out
Yet it was her arms he left the dozen roses
How cruel it is to awaken a love and leave
Was I never good enough?
Was I not worthy of roses?
As the wood sounded in the earth
I heard the thudding of stems
Maybe lifeless as I am
Is the contrast of my worthiness of your dozen roses