“A Dead Bed of Roses . . .”

When will you be more than a friend? . . .
When will you acknowledge my love? . . .
Why do you carry me as a secret? . . .
You’ve turned to me, and I fit like a glove! . . .

When shall you want me, my friend? . . .
To heal your wounds, with my love.
Right now I’m just a dirty little secret! . . .
Between you, me and the one above! . . .

So, I have been living; my life alone . . .
No one to hold, for my own . . .
Although my heart is worn upon my sleeve! . . .
You’ve never really acknowledged my love! . . .

I gave you my art for free . . .
Hidden within was my love for you, set free . . .
But you’ve kept turning toward others! . . .
So with a broken heart, I walked away . . .

I realized that you’re not my friend . . .
I realized that my love; was abused . . .
To you, I’m just your dirty little secret!
Tossed aside like a worn-out pair of gloves!

So I walled away my art and heart!
So I swallowed all of my pain!
I’ll never let within my heart another!
For fear of this happening once again!

Dead am I truly toward you . . .
May you be happy, without love . . .
May whatever I gave; toward you . . .
Frame you for life; my love . . .

I wish for you fame and success . . .
I wish for you to see me, now that I’m gone . . .
I never gave with any strings attached . . .
So you could simply know, true love . . .

I walk this earth within; my silence . . .
I breathe air that’s filled; with love . . .
I have no need to replace you; with another . . .
For I was called to you; by God above!

REFRAIN:
So as a phantom; my love roams . . .
Without anywhere to call truly; home . . .
Alas, you’re truly my broken dream! . . .
And my love’s; a dead bed of roses . . .