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Old 10-14-03, 09:43 PM   #1
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I Used To Pray
 
Posts: 362
From: south america
please please please look at this peice, Roses Die

IP:

roses die


flash bangs in the corners, of my blacked out white fangs
the night hangs, drifts over the light gangs, mood swangs(swings)
bed covers pulled high, coverin up my face
feel safe in a place, that aces couldnt escape
missplaced, food for the mind im disgraced
that the taste of my soul has left my throat chafed
faith or not faith, like waste or no waste
super glued with paste, im mostly held together by haste
just in case, my mind gets chased footholds and starter guns
i can run open mindedly, with the truth told lets start the harder fun

girls lie, fireflys, pass on and roses die
violets to, every thing remains true no need to try
hide sometimes, in bed i lye, and you wonder why?
i wanna die to the pleaser of my open crys

i wanna fight off multiple beasts at night
in the light i guide whats not treated right
with nearsight, i controll the hands of time
turn a tic tock to a tic tac and get charged of multiple crimes
lost rhymes, shouled i express my self?
lost times, light the candals on the shelf
and now u feel what u felt, filth and worry about your health
hard times have been dealt with, all i worry about is my self
solid and hollow, listin and follow
cape against my back, my words are not easy to swollow

girls lie, fireflys, pass on and roses die
violets to, every thing remains true no need to try
hide sometimes, in bed i lye, and you wonder why?
i wanna die to the pleaser of my open crys

i once received a rose, petals were red, stem green
i put in a vase and cared for it like seller to his pheens
and yet it died, all beautiful things come to an end
life can be over, no way out no unexpected bends
u follow the trends of whats in
u only get 1 life, and u decide not to sin
perfect roses, complete with the thorns
represents life, lovely life with its turns that leave ya torn
an unborn child, living up to representation
leading to guilt under certain situaions
and the thorns puncture while ur soul ruptures
corupted by a rose and its dead now, no cure
for infedelity at a young age, things die things turn old
remain strong, remain there, remain smart, remain bold

girls lie, fireflys, pass on and roses die
violets to, every thing remains true no need to try
hide sometimes, in bed i lye, and you wonder why?
i wanna die to the pleaser of my open crys
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