I wish I were a rose
because you love those barbed thorns
Or perhaps I wish I were a carnation
so you could dye me whichever shade you please
But I'm just the frailest flower
that you've let dry out
and pressed in your catacomb
of beautiful things you've murdered.
I hope you find a docile rose
that understands your gangling roots
Mar 3, 2012
Mar 3, 2012 at 12:17 PM UTC
I wish I were a rose
because you love those barbed thorns
Or perhaps I wish I were a carnation
so you could dye me whichever shade you please
But I'm just the frailest flower
that you've let dry out
and pressed in your catacomb
of beautiful things you've murdered.
I hope you find a docile rose
that understands your gangling roots
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