the cheering up rose
you were crying
i had just met you
your best friend
gave me the ride
to the store
i bought you the rose
to cheer up
but you didnt want it
so i waited for you
to sleep and wrote you
a cheerful poem
put them on your doorstep
with your name but not mine
and you loved it
but you didnt suspect me
so it makes me happy to know
that i can cheer you up
without having to worry about
if i look ok or if im the right type
my rose did what i meant for it to do
and that was to cheer you up
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