The world moves on

by rene   Feb 28, 2008


You pluck a beautiful rose from its garden home
and in defense it draws your blood
yet the world moves on
the rose withers and dies over time
the blood dries and wounds heals
the world moved on.

You fall in love with a beautiful girl
and in your trance you fall too fast
yet the world moves on
she leaves, no longer in your view
now all you see is pain and misery
the world moved on

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