HOME | DD

Description
i keep my rose in teardrops,
with ashes round her feet.
A blessed sense of knowing,
her conscience ever sweet.

And as my tears fall,
to glass so bright and clear.
Her beauty never showing,
her taste for all i fear.

You'd never know by glancing,
that she could be so vile.
But looking ever closer,
you see her twisted smile.

The water which she keeps for life,
my tears that rolled free.
They have become her growing thorns,
brewed by painful memory.

As she keeps on growing,
her water i'll provide.
Relieve those fearful nights again,
bring back the tears i've cried.

If only you could take my rose,
and burn her deep in hell.
But as i've got to know you,
my rose began to tell.

She sprang away from slumber,
twisted round with glee.
So now i know you'll never,
look close enough to see.