Roses with thorns

Roses with thorns

Thing I feel
Through the shadows I deal
Outta there standing firm
Bullets in my hearts, I never dream
Numb I feel
Nothing to everything I kill
Not I’m Happy
Nor I’m Sad
Doesn’t that mean I’m dead.
I speak when I want to
I feel when I want to
Not in pressure of horns
I love my roses with thorns

9 April 2016
14:20
Saturday
© SmitFairytale


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