This bleeding rose that never dies,
hides behind your secret lies.
The tears that fall never fade,
they swirl togather like lemonade.
In the night you can hear it cry,
as the wind rushes by.
another dream another crash,
another test dummy torn to trash.
like an infant in the night,
just another friendly fright.
a so longend fro freedom torn down to the ground,
then a twinge of hope is found.
just for me to get it up,
and then for itto burn to dust.
a simple wish: a simple dream,
no longer mine is what it means.
the silent colors of the night,
leave an awfully bright light.
i try to escape but it only follows,
and drowns me deeper in its hollows. |
Submission Name: A bleeding rose
