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Aug 2015
The birds call keeps punching me till I'm sleeping
Maybe one day I'll just keep on dreaming
About the roses and how they glisten glazed in the sun
On and on petals leap till noones left breathing
Lie awake listen your mind to the tweeting
Call again and suddenly I'm standing bleeding
Out of the words to describe this feeling
My minds set on moving forward into the bleak end
I hear your call whisper my name
from the poison ivy black lips
Listen to the whizzing of the hissing snake between your teeth
As the phone screams its time to stay awake
Never too much to take away
I made my own bed of rose petals now tell me is it time yet
The bleak end never seemed so clean
Another lost soul latches onto another rose
The lights of the past blind the eyes of the future
Please pick up the phone the birds are calling
Don't you want it all to slither away?
We all missed you today
Will you ever be okay
I brought you a rose from my garden
Can you ever accept what I am giving
The birds are calling are you listening?
There are no roses left in the dreamland
Never before had **** smelled so sweet
Come and lie in this wasteland
This poem is wild but somehow it makes sense in my head
Chris
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