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Slow Down and Smell the Roses

My heart is like a desert,come and make it a forest Loneliness is an insurmountable pain my heart is falling give it a cane To think to be alone means being insane From now my heart will never ever be the same without you i'm losing the game My heart is injured come to me to be the healer don't come if you want to be the executioner without your hair which is like sunshine I'm going to die,i will sleep in the shrine I want on my shrine to be full of rose flowers Rose flowers may bring the smell of your hair to the people passing by So i will let the people,let all their noses,To slow down and smell the roses.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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