Feelings of melancholy
Bittersweet like tangerines
I breathe it in, I soak it up
I let it flow all over me
In a bed of roses and thorns I lay
lustful nights and sunny days
so fondly in my memory
The thorns are sharp
but wounds will heal
The roses smell of orange peel
The freshness fills the pores in my skin
It runs through my veins, makes me glow within
It lifts me up, so I can walk with grace
I think of the future with a smile on my face
Dec 16, 2020
Dec 16, 2020 at 1:03 PM UTC
Feelings of melancholy
Bittersweet like tangerines
I breathe it in, I soak it up
I let it flow all over me
In a bed of roses and thorns I lay
lustful nights and sunny days
so fondly in my memory
The thorns are sharp
but wounds will heal
The roses smell of orange peel
The freshness fills the pores in my skin
It runs through my veins, makes me glow within
It lifts me up, so I can walk with grace
I think of the future with a smile on my face
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