Beautiful Rose
What happened to the past imagery
Everything I once was superseded by everything I wanted to be
It's welcomed in a manner such as beauty on a silk rose
And only left in tears and blood
And only lifted by the love of another's eyes
Her heart's desires are my penetrating goals
To meet and surpass the montage that has bombarded me
So loaded and loathed it's become yet so overlooked and ignored it is
It tells me to leave, it tells me she's another fluke
But it's all up to me in the end
And ultimately i chose the beautiful rose
Over the doubts' whim and the heart's ache
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