Roses

If soap cleans the dirt; where does it go?

When its away

Is it nasty to flirt; in your absence

When Im astray


You are the roses

Within your foes wrath

With skills like that of Moses

Splitting their tears in half

You feel like the ball; in a soccer game

Being kicked around

Never finding your goal; sliding side to side

On an endless ground


When the game is over; will you be there

Alongside me

When the siren is heard; can I become?

Your exit key