Hari ke-11 : Rose suit you so

I won’t send roses
Or hold the door
I won’t remember
Which dress you wore
My heart is too much in control
The lack of romance in my soul
Will turn you grey
So stay away
Forget my shoulder
When you’re in need
Forgetting birthdays
Is guaranteed
And should I love you, you would be
The last to know
I won’t send roses
And roses suit you so
My pace is frantic
My temper’s cross
With words romantic
I’m at a loss
I’d be the first one to agree
That I’m preoccupied with me
And it’s inbred
So keep your head
In me you’ll find things
Like guts and nerve
But not the kind of things
That you deserve
And so while there’s a fighting chance
Just turn and go
I won’t send roses
And roses suit you so

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