Paper Roses

I realise the way your eyes deceive me,
brooding eyes masked in their vanity,
layer upon layer hide distinct insanity,
fired and poised ready to seize
a gaze so eagerly waiting to please
with tender looks that I mistook for love,
looks as cold as the earth’s clay
the blackest scour of emotion so callous
was driven to plunge deep within a real heart
waiting for love –
take away the flowers that you gave me
now that I rest here with a broken heart’s
curse of death’s numb pain, save your roses
for the next willing victim of your bastard eyes’
aim and find the kind that you’ve been
dreaming of.

Inspired by Marie Osmond sweet song lol.