Sometimes the scene seems so regular
I feel love in so many different ways
A desperate rose cannot take accountability
For a desperate rose is rare...
For in the rain, I feel like a desperate rose
And I am unrestrained,
What rose is spiritual warfare?
And what rose leads me on?
For pictures of rain are all over my house,
I can't divide the living!
Behold the tears that flood...
I can hardly live alone,
There are so many people who betrayed me
Yet I hope they feel the rain
A part of me is powerful
A part of me is weak,
Shall I drown in pictures of rain?
Shall I live in misery?
Oh pictures of rain!
This shall be my last feeling...
For my misery is complete.
- Author: Soul Baby (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: October 24th, 2024 23:51
- Category: Unclassified
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