My Pretty Rose-Tree

A flower was offer'd to me,
Such a flower as May never bore;
But I said "I've a pretty Rose-Tree",
And I passed the sweet flower o'er.


Then I went to my pretty Rose-Tree,
To tend her by day and by night;
But my Rose-Tree turn'd away with jealousy,
And Her thorns were my only delight.


Soft Snow

I walked abroad in a snowy day,
I asked the soft snow with me to play;
She play'd and she melt'd in all Her prime,
And the winter called it a dreadful crime.




she says that i dunt appreciate her anymore.that all the i love you's were routine standard operational procedures.and all the payphone phonecalls was just my way of passing away time.all these from the same poisoned lips she kisses me with.maybe u shud have a fling.