A Rose Is Just A Rose And Nothing More

Roses never fall for short daisies

I often wonder why my prince never comes

And there's a naked man right on the hill

Yet clothes don't make the man,

For this man has windows and trees

All around him

And I am so nervous

But I can't stop staring

For he is a beauty to enjoy...

Oh they just don't make men like him anymore!

The gods of retrospect

Have come to haunt me

I can only know what I know, you know;

How deep do roses bloom

For the anchor?

How deep do roses bloom

All alone?

I am a mystic lover underneath the covers

My heart is beating so fast!

Does this man on the hill still love me?

Does he want to cover me in his nakedness?

For I want to lick his skin

Like it's profound ice cream

And I want to cover him with roses,

Oh what a miserable fantasy!

But a rose is just a rose

And nothing more

I want to define him with love

And nothing more,

How beautiful is the day

When it's not ignored?

I want to swim in vast oceans of love!

Defiant suicide

With windows and trees

Galore!

I often wonder about the man on the hill

For sex is nothing but a rose unstemmed

Such beauty relapses evermore

I want to know how the distant star shines

On the human body,

For the human body is the pits.

Look at me score

The wave of control

I can only have it all...

I am a flower of all flowers

Upon a house,

Do you want me to wither away?

Defiant suicide

Is nothing more

Than just a rose,

I honor your intention wholeheartedly;

For a rose is just a rose

And nothing more,

Should you be the man on the hill?