hate

in the night time
there is peace which floods
yes I know the next word
would have completed a cliche line
but then again oh what the hell i'll say it;

yes it floods my mind.

The roses of the evening
plastic and long lasting
they dont really smell good
but then again I've never really met a rose that did

I chased that bitch around the world
for an year and a half around curve after curve
flowers gifts the works
but she spurned me yet
she kept me on a line
stuck to a hook
never really telling me to get lost
and thus she spurred me on

I curse her memory.