When I look back <br />at all the missed chances, <br />the wilted roses <br />and numerous advances...(.I realize) <br />even if I'd place <br />the entire world in her palms <br />made her the exclusive topic <br />in every one of my songs....(it wouldn't have mattered) <br />because the fact remained <br />we weren't on the same page <br />I wanted us to become one <br />she felt I was trying to invade, <br />so I would throw my hands in the air <br />turn to walk away, <br />but she would slowly reel me back in <br />using provocative word-play....(oh she was good at it..lol) <br />she said something to me once <br />that stayed on my mind <br />she said 'she could make the sun rise' <br />twice before lunchtime, <br />I'm sure she was hypothetically speaking <br />still, I found it awfully impressive <br />so I started sending more and more roses <br />to show her I was intrigued by the message..... (but the flowers would always come back) <br />so I finally came to my senses <br />'threw in the towel' <br />I realized she was just a tease <br />that couldn't care less about flowers <br />nor was I her 'cup of tea' <br />or the one she'd show off to her 'homies' <br />I just happen to be the subject <br />she liked for 'amusement purposes only. <br /> <br />Copyrighted material 2014'<br /><br />Bernard Snyder<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-teaser-4/
