Hear all the pretty flowers scream
Out to father sky
They will tell you secret dreams
But know the flowers lie
They have a scent to make you lust
They have a scent to make you cry
For all their scents they have no sense
For if loved to much, they die
Rose was prized, adorned soft red
Though she wrapped her self in thorns
She could not hold, only remain
Untouched from dusk til dawn
For all her beauty she could not last
She saw time and she was torn
What good was all the love?
When all she gave was scorn
Amaranth of a purple hue
She hid her self away
Her charms unnoticed by all that saw
So a secret she would stay
She knew not the thoughts of love
That plagued Rose every day
Though she could live forever
For time was captured by her sway
In the end, it began again
Like all good stories told
Rose of coarse, was adored by all
Until she started to grow old
Amaranth hid where none could see
Her glory left untold
And in the end the flowers scream
Said father sky, was cold
- © me 2007
About me:
I grew up in the country, and hated it, but what I got from it is an ability to happily be alone for long periods of time
I'm a rather shy person naturally, but years of practice and a lot of alcohol seems to be loosening me up a little
I'm 50% bi, 25% hetro, 25% homo, and nether proud nor ashamed of such
I never thought I'd get anywhere in life after a disappointing school life *cough cough heaps original yeah couch* but still, I've made a dream come true in becoming a photographer
I dont exactly know why I came to this site, but if all I get is an interesting conversation I'll be happy, a friend would be great, but I'm not holding my breath
if there's anything you'd like to know about me just message me... I dont bite... unless I like you...
Loves
- My Camera
- My Music
- My Friends
- Winter
- Synonyms
- Fashion
- Big Personality
- Vodca
- Photoshop
- Cute People
- Losing Control
Hates
- People Who Cant Self Analise
- Over Rated Movies
- Sun Exposure
- Fungus
- Spiders
- Rap
- Cars
- Weed
- Being Sick
- Losing Control
