Rose Girl
We sat and you talked. I listen, you tell me your problems. I'm just there to be another voice. There is your voice, and my voice that is supposed to overide the nagging voice in your head. You don't really listen to me but you hear me. Your problems go from your Mommy to your King. You always find a way to bring him up. I think you stay with him because of the drama. You are a drama queen and I'm your lady in waiting. Always waiting for my turn to talk and for you to really listen to me. Every Rose Girl must have her thornes. I have a hanging problem but you don't run to me. Instead you have to wash your hair. I begin to feel like you are rejecting me. You fume over why he doesn't call and I wonder if you noticed I didn't call for 2 days. I guess I am just jealous because I am only a weed and you are a Rose Girl, thornes and all. |
