One rainy afternoon, the sun shone bright
With no rainbows anywhere.
You muttered three words under your breath, and left
The door open, but the wind slammed it shut.
You could never decide between roses and sunflowers
So you always bought me both.
I could never understand why, because even
A yellow rose could never come close
To a flower that breathes on sunshine
You know I have been cut before
By knives and scissors and other-
Sharp items I have in my closet
But somehow none of them have hurt more-
Than blood drawn by a simple piece of paper.