Flower Shop

He was kind of like rose,
One to only show up on occasion I suppose.
Only comes around in the lows.
Makes you feel so great but never grows.
Just dies under your lonely cries.
Don't act so surprised.
Just keep picking up the petals,
Until it finally settles,
My hell you’re speaking in riddles.
Don't say it was the affection you never showed.
You can’t keep messing up, and sorry we are closed.
All the roses have been sold to the ones a little less cold.