Roses

Roses

Every night he goes to sleep with roses in his hand
He hopes she will find her way to them
He stayed late at basketball practice and she walked home
Problem was she never made it home
So now he dreams with a broken heart like John Mayer
And searches his dreams for her cause he is his biggest hater
He blames himself and won’t give up
But he is killing himself slow, like the burning of a blunt
He has to forgive himself to find his way to her
That’s the wall that’s blocking him from her
And every day he wakes with roses in his hand and pain in his heart
So he prays to God and says that waking up is the hardest part
God tells the man it was her time, her earthly walk had been complete
Still missing her, but with a better understanding, he rose to his feet
And that night he went to sleep with roses in his hand cut perfectly from the stem
And the next morning, he woke with out them