What did you expect me to say
The delicacy of this dead flower
Brought more shock to my belief
And I can't believe that it's true
That these petals won't wither
If we make sure it never moves
when this rose is torn from its roots
The life inside
Supplied by light
Can live till we're both through
Aug 22, 2015
Aug 22, 2015 at 5:48 AM UTC
What did you expect me to say
The delicacy of this dead flower
Brought more shock to my belief
And I can't believe that it's true
That these petals won't wither
If we make sure it never moves
when this rose is torn from its roots
The life inside
Supplied by light
Can live till we're both through
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