I’m the lonely rose sitting on the hill,
With red silk petals,
And thorns that kill.
The morning and evening dew is my collected tears
The wind that makes me tremble
Is a result of all my fears!
Like winter blossoms,
I’ll always be alone.
Because like who grow up in the cold,
I grew up on my own.
The cold has made me numb,
The weathers made me ill,
And so I eternally sit here,
A lonely rose sitting on the hill.
COMMENTS
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Lordpeace
23:00 Nov 03 2008
i love this image the lonely rose on the hill
waiting for one who dares the poison thorns
lovely