All i can picture is you in the sun,
wondering where this went wrong...
Angel in heaven
Watching me all over each day...
Thou hast a mother, and father
A mother, and father hast thee...
Whilst sitting among
Some long stemmed roses...
There he goes, that black rose, heart throbbing...
leaves full of holes...
Blasting through life
Ill advised choices the norm...
Wake up each morning
Feeling the exhaustion...
As i sit here on this cold street
I wonder how i got here...
You rarely ever see true beauty,
But a red rose is a sweet thing...
They knock me down every day
knowing naught what they do to me...
So many questions,
And so much pain...
I have written so much up till now, you still dont...
Now I am going to amaze you, even this whole land...