Is it Really Roses?

It’s all real, even only in your head

It’s all real what you feel,

Even if they only feel when you’re dead

Instead of living a life where you hold your own

Freedom, but never free with them

Only a necessary complement to their wits end

And it always ends the same in the end...

Disappointing, lonely, and crushing your ideas of

Connection.

Because how can you connect

To what’s already lost?

Not “lost and found”

But lying still in the ground,

With you lip prints on his face

And all the love evaporates,

With his last look

In a moment wondering...

“Was it even real?”

And even if it wasn’t “real”

Does it matter when the feeling remain intact?

Like a delicate, beautiful peach rose.

But for me, it's all real.

It’s all real, even only in your head

It’s all real what you feel

Even if they only feel when you’re dead.

Your head is your own little world,

Love the time you spend in it

Because even for you, it can be...

Really Roses.