Picture of a Rose

Just a dream I had. Wish it was real.

Our hands entwine,

your fingertips crawl up my spine.

"I love you."

"It will always be us two."

We walked,

actually jaywalked.

We went into a room,

our love seemed to bloom.

Hours went by,

we never asked why.

We connected,

we were both tempted.

I put on my clothes,

you gave me a rose.

I kissed you on the lips,

you grabbed my hips.

Then I arose,

which is when I froze.

I wanted to scream,

"No! It was only just a dream!"

Later that day,

when I walked away.

I saw it,

I admit it.

I saw a picture of a rose.

Author's Note

NO FLAMMERS