His Rose

I wish it was His breath in my ear
But instead His Rose takes him away
To nibble on his self-esteem

Rose slaps His confidence
Because His heart is bigger
Than His Rose could ever fantasize

Anger plays the biggest part
In communication

Sadness plays the best part
In real life

Rose can tease Him
All His Rose wants
Because He is Rose's to toy with

But I would never
I could never
Because this is
Is Love

my love is whom walks with the most confidence
my love is whom falls and crawls with the most anxiety
my love is who's voice rips into my soul with the most vigor
my love is whom i believe in

And I can't believe this ridiculous fantasy