The Flower in the Drought

by Roses   Feb 9, 2006


Teach my blade not to cut
Sharpen my heart and
Close it up
Shut it off
Turn these flowers to ice
My roses are no longer
the beauty you brought so nice
A blood letter
A broken syringe
Nothing is better
Then deaths sweet revenge
And its hard not to cry
As we say goodbye
For the last time
For this one time
You'll always be mine

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