Rose

Rose can I come down for a drink?

it's happened again

i've got a story I'm sure written poorly

i'll begin at the end

rose you must know

i couldn't find the words

that it takes to say stay

now she's gone away

rose can i come down to your garden?

i can only grow flowers

bring me your shovel there's a heart to be buried and a body as well

your letters have died

with a strand of your hair

in a breast pocket safe they keep talking

now wake up alone

my eyes to the floor

and i see where my night will

and weeping once more

rose can i come down to your rose bed to lay in your thorns?

no i am empty so much to be buried

i will not be born

rose you must know

i felt more than i said

now i've got all the words

and no one

now the hole has been dug

and im down on my knees

rainmakers mud

spring we bloom as one