Petals On The Ground

The thorns pricked my hand
But somehow, I didn't mind
I knew they were roses
But I didn't know what kind
He brushed his fingertips
Right across my lips
I'm not one for intoxication
But he was the perfect fix

He said he had to go
It strangely made a petal fall
So, I picked it up trying to keep it soft
Hoping he would call...

He did call
That night I looked up at the moon
With the roses rising up in the glass
Knowing I'd see him soon
He told me to meet him at the park
The perfect place for a kiss
Holding the roses in my hand
And wearing my little red dress...

I waited for him for hours
More petals were drying
Maybe they needed water
So, I started crying
Still holding them
The way I wanted him to hold me
Maybe I was being impatient
Like the roses didn't want to be

So, I started walking home
Thinking of how he built me up like a tower
Then knocked me down, after what I saw
When I reached around the corner
I saw him with a girl that wasn't me
He gave her a dozen daisies
She was the flower that wasn't me
And mine were past the point of saving

All I could do was watch
Until my head pointed down
Then what I saw in that moment
Were my petals on the ground