When you were a Tulip and I was a Red Rose,
I wonder how did that Red get me so close.
Now the Red is Grey and desperate to get back
the narrow stream where the ancient blood flows.
When you were my princess and I was your fool
I wonder sometimes ,how easily I could let you rule
my kingdom of heaven whose gardener cuts all it's
roses and denied the each lesson he learnt in school.
When you were the dream and I was the dreamer
the nights were young even when its close to dawn.
You used to disappear deliberately to appear again
but now I open my eyes and see you'v long gone.
Oct 5, 2013
Oct 5, 2013 at 2:13 PM UTC
When you were a Tulip and I was a Red Rose,
I wonder how did that Red get me so close.
Now the Red is Grey and desperate to get back
the narrow stream where the ancient blood flows.
When you were my princess and I was your fool
I wonder sometimes ,how easily I could let you rule
my kingdom of heaven whose gardener cuts all it's
roses and denied the each lesson he learnt in school.
When you were the dream and I was the dreamer
the nights were young even when its close to dawn.
You used to disappear deliberately to appear again
but now I open my eyes and see you'v long gone.
Thanx to Jim Morrison....
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