Bloom it all or blow it all,
The character has done it all.
Why do you hide? Why don’t you shine?
The world is hard, the price feels fine.
Define yourself—write through the night.
The place is quiet, yet you cried.
Find the paper, find the light,
Stick to the bed, write something right.
Love is false—yet somehow right,
Still, you fight in this long night.
Your blood says it all,
Your time isn't bright.
Yet still you fight to define the night,
To learn the quiet,
To reach the site.
Long hair, pretty face, bright eyes,
Dressed your beauty in this rhyme.
Hiding from you, writing for you,
Admiring the last of you.
Don’t want money,
Don’t know the game,
The beauty is lost,
The rhyme is plain.
"Dressed Your Beauty In This Rhyme."
