She smacked me...
She's mad at me...
"Are you happy now?"
I clutched the rose
I broke the thorns
Hand starts to bleed...
"Are you happy now?"
Swishy Swashy
The blood goes round
Finger like a paint brush
Crimson tears...
I lose my blood, just for you...
"Are you happy now?"
....because as one thing
becomes less pale,
My face turns bright
as I lose my blood...
Because I forgot...
...Something very important...
...You don't like White Roses...
"Are you happy now?"
:)
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Life is Beautiful...
PoetryFlowers and Roses, Play with friends until dawn... Knifes and guns, Tanks shooting walls... war rages on... Life is Beautiful....
