Tests of affection
By Micah Clark
I’ll give you a rose made of plastic
and you’ll respond in a way that’s golden
You say things like “I want this forever”
But never take the time to mold it
Now I’m free as the wind
these voices loud like a hymn
But the rose, I still want you to hold
cause I’ve already given up and I’d rather be aloof, to your heart
which has already run cold