Like roses, I’m red
I don’t want to be trapped in the dirt anymore
Even if it claws at my heart and kills me
Even if every night is a sleepless one
I’ll cut this necklace of thorned roses
Like violets, I’m blue
Struggling for a voice in this silent world
Yearning for a face to bloom and blossom
I’m waltzing in the melancholy wind with my dress of soft petals
Plucked violets wilting in my hair as I plant the past to grow the future
Weeds sleeping at my feet
I need help cutting them away so I can do more than just breathe
Apr 26, 2018
Apr 26, 2018 at 10:25 AM UTC
Like roses, I’m red
I don’t want to be trapped in the dirt anymore
Even if it claws at my heart and kills me
Even if every night is a sleepless one
I’ll cut this necklace of thorned roses
Like violets, I’m blue
Struggling for a voice in this silent world
Yearning for a face to bloom and blossom
I’m waltzing in the melancholy wind with my dress of soft petals
Plucked violets wilting in my hair as I plant the past to grow the future
Weeds sleeping at my feet
I need help cutting them away so I can do more than just breathe
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