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There is a prison
You can never escape from

YOURSELF


10W
Soul Survivor
No matter where you go, what you do.
No matter if you ascend to the gates of heaven
Or make your bed in hell
You will always be you.
Best the be happy with who you are,
and what you've done. Hmmm?
the rose petal writings
of a young girl;
sickeningly sweet,
light as air,
only to wither and
die.
So, I picked You
some Flowers
to tell you some lines
it was a message from me
instead of stanzas
and rhymes

I wanted to convey
that I was sorry and blue
I wanted to say
Lets start our
Friendship Anew

I picked you Some
Flowers
They made a colored net
of words and phrases
That I had wished to send

You haven't forgave me
You tried to push me away
I wont ever give up
not till my dying day

You may have let my flowers
wilt and turn to dust
But I have not wilted
And fix this I must

You are my friend
and we all make mistakes
I wont let our friendship
fall to this wake
I forgave you
Now its time to let me
fix our mistakes
so Don't Forget Me
For I have picked you
"Forget me not's"
I'm always away I'm but never in bed
Never exhausted enough to be dead
Stuck at the edge of the breaths that I take
Nobody passes my way by mistake
I used to see what I purposely could
Stand at the grave like a tragedy would
When did my legs dig a hole in the ground
How do I sleep in the places I found
Tell me a story to summon my thoughts
Pull them apart and connect all the dots
Scribbles and phrases aren't easy read
Impossible only for those who deceive
Nothing is ever the truth when you hide
Pieces of fiction to which you subscribe
Finish the sentence and check what you wrote
Don't be afraid to let everything go
title taken from CocoRosie's, "RIP Burn face"
Red and white carnations
Red roses and white lilies

A surprise for me
For me
From you

You're a surprise in yourself
An old-fashioned sap

A sap for me
For me
From you
I wish I could grow flowers in your veins so you can at least find a piece of beauty in you.
Sprinkled in your hair,
Every screen saver you had,
Planted in your yard,
'Till he gave them a bad name;
Then all of your flowers died.
The flowers bloom momentarily
Winds carrying their delicate aroma
Swiftly guiding me towards them
As the petals have spread their beauty
Spreading happiness all around
A brief encounter leaves sweet memories
Pretty flowers
Little kids
Wasting hours
In the fields
(s.a.)
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