The roses lay on the backseat
Uncaring words play on my mind
Tears threaten to moisten my cheek
I hold back and try calm my mind

Must you be so painfully insensitive?
When the moments we share are sparse
Don’t lie but at least you could try
To let not the moments we share seem a farce

The roses that lay on the backseat
Soon in a garbage heap will lie
If the moments we share are not too many
Why not make each moment sublime?

Yes there are many others
Who in your words, ‘stellar’ could be
But it is you I pine to be with
You are ‘stellar’ for me

Why do you hurt me thus?
Then again why do you care for me?
What is it that makes you thus?
What do I do your mind to ease?

The roses lay on the backseat
Careless thoughts tear them apart
Beautiful now painfully broken
No tear can soothe the pain, not I