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the smell of happiness it is no more the stench of worry lingers the air a wall of thorns covered with ugliness holds a rose that use to be pure and white but now is stained black with pain plucked from it's tree is a black rose withering slowly with a fading perfume of true sadness crying with its petals closed eyes filled with hesitation so soft to the touch yet so dry like a sandy desert island a soul that dreams just too much pokking through the mind's crevices covered in rust completely deep within is a growing disease of emotions with a heart that ticks but too full to beat yet pumpimg slow is cold yet thin blood this face is a fountain spraying out dust a wall of distrust holds bricks burning just like a fire thats has lost control a stomp of hatred has just taken over every part of this heart once filled of love with no time to enhale it all in a soft and warm yet crying soul is dripping wet with darkend fear strangled by the tightened barbwire cutting through each and every petal leaving behind scars with shreds of pain covering every inch of this garden of hell
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Dec 18, 2014
Dec 18, 2014 at 6:03 PM UTC
Black Pain
the smell of happiness it is no more the stench of worry lingers the air a wall of thorns covered with ugliness holds a rose that use to be pure and white but now is stained black with pain plucked from it's tree is a black rose withering slowly with a fading perfume of true sadness crying with its petals closed eyes filled with hesitation so soft to the touch yet so dry like a sandy desert island a soul that dreams just too much pokking through the mind's crevices covered in rust completely deep within is a growing disease of emotions with a heart that ticks but too full to beat yet pumpimg slow is cold yet thin blood this face is a fountain spraying out dust a wall of distrust holds bricks burning just like a fire thats has lost control a stomp of hatred has just taken over every part of this heart once filled of love with no time to enhale it all in a soft and warm yet crying soul is dripping wet with darkend fear strangled by the tightened barbwire cutting through each and every petal leaving behind scars with shreds of pain covering every inch of this garden of hell
#pain#thoughts#black#rose#freestyle
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LadyBird
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Dec 18, 2014
Dec 18, 2014 at 6:03 PM UTC
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