My temple is now tainted
With pretty white roses and a new fragrance
Don’t worry dear,
It will be gone soon
Isn’t it funny how black and white it was?
And now with the sunrise comes gray foggy mornings
Holding your breath as you hold in your stories
And immediately let them spill out
Suppose it were a key to the new you
Or I am just finally free of myself?
You still miss the white roses
But you won’t say that anymore
Dec 17, 2019
Dec 17, 2019 at 2:15 AM UTC
My temple is now tainted
With pretty white roses and a new fragrance
Don’t worry dear,
It will be gone soon
Isn’t it funny how black and white it was?
And now with the sunrise comes gray foggy mornings
Holding your breath as you hold in your stories
And immediately let them spill out
Suppose it were a key to the new you
Or I am just finally free of myself?
You still miss the white roses
But you won’t say that anymore
The sequel to, “Untouched.”