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When all the babies cry
And the pelicans sing
What will they bring
To the table, oh my
Right before my eyes
They'll crown me king
Dancing around a swing
Do I get my prize?
I know the grass is green
And that blades are sharp
My history is clean,
Not a sin to be seen
But what's a work of art
Is blood on the screen
Dec 8, 2018
Dec 8, 2018 at 9:35 PM UTC
Some women love roses, some love money
Some roses are red, some are yellow
Some roses smell like rot, some smell so mellow
Some women may be thorny, some are sweet like honey
All roses are perfect, even though some look funny
They may fool you and ***** you, just to let go
Some roses may leave thorns that you don't even know
Some have thorns may be sharp, some have petals that are pretty
Regardless, all roses are beautiful and elegant
Whether they were watered with ***** or fresh water
Whether they were raised with tender care or greed
And whether they feel the sun or whether they are relevant
Determines the type of rose he has brought her
Maybe she'll embrace the sweet scent or maybe it'll make her bleed.
Nov 25, 2018
Nov 25, 2018 at 8:43 PM UTC
Close your eyes.
Put a hand over my heart,
Do you feel the missing part?
Help me take off and fly.
Can you hear the cry?
And I can't stand to be apart,
And this information I must impart
Upon you and I
That I must know
That the love I see is true.
Each day, every day, colors grow,
And so does my love for you,
And to and fro comes the glow
That is my heart's glance upon your eyes (and wings) so blue.
Jul 19, 2016
Jul 19, 2016 at 5:37 PM UTC