Held a rose in hand today, envisioned myself at your door searching for your touch.
But wen i looked down all I saw was your name with no taste for me and a rose with no stem.
Stepped forward and faded into an empty txt.
Figured I called you n wish u well but the feeling seems dead even though the purpose was right, stuck on ur seductive n mature first name, i probably shudve judged u by ur last name.
Had me packing for wat i thought was a straight lane but i ended up looking at ur last name a "Hill"
Holding on to a black pedal that says its " Not"