السبت، 4 سبتمبر 2010

My Rose

I should have taken that anesthesia dose
Thus I can never smell you with my nose
But don’t be sad my sweet reviving rose
I realize that it's not what you have chose
I am erratic without you only God knows
Take a look how my bosom is deeply froze
This is an unjust life and this is how it goes
Forcing the two of us to an endless pause

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