“Roses are red.â€?
“Violets are blue.â€?

She had me at hello

She had worked at the local flower shop cutting watering every flower she had touched.
She never saw me walk into the flower shop she never saw my shadow as I tried to say hello.

I was the ghost I was the guardian angel.
She had never known my name.

I had watched as she dated other guys.
I would always watch as she cries when the men come and go.

I wanted to help.
But she didn’t even know my name.

Now am watching from the drive way as she cries on a Saturday night.

Was I the man who…

She stares into the mirror with shadow of hurt right behind her.
I wanted her to know who I was but I didn’t want to be rejected.

I stand at my shop I sit in my car and I watch her as she gets used.
There was something I wanted to say to her on a Saturday night.
But her heart was filled with pain eyes filled of hate.
And I was the ghost who stood and watched it all.
Now she sits and cries on a Saturday night.