I supposed that I'm nothing more than just a rose
some flower growing up a few thorns...

I am a plant, aren't I God?
I always seem to extend my faith...

Remember that roof at the top of the hill
where the silence grew thick...

Honey,
when will be the day...

To see the world as if it were a rose
that sprouts and blossoms from the hand of God...

I figured, its just the way that I am...
It's the way that I write...

Too thin to break
Too thin to be...

You are a rose that flourishes with love
Thus with this love, I plant you in my heart...

When your blankets refuse to warm you up
and your pillow stops letting you hug it tight...

upstairs, the alarm clock
goes crazy trying to wake up my neighbors...

Yesterday
you took a stake, and with it...

I have not written my thoughts.
I used to carry with myself a phone...