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bouquet of decaying roses
I shouldve never said hello!
your face haunts me in my dreams!
love is my beautiful lie.
the memories, LEAVE THEM WHERE THEY LIE!
i ran away only to come back, to BURN YOU DOWN!
my hateis a lighter,
you never put out my fire.
everything happens for a reason.
now im coming back on you 10 FOLD!
did i build you a nice bouquet?
to watch you grow up to decay?
my old rose, your absince remains,
a stain, on my diseased brain.
your memories remind me of better days.
now the pictures and weapons, LEAVE THEM WHERE THEY LAY!
your image burns in my head,
yet i watched you destroy yourself!
did you do the same with me?
i think im in your personal hell.
wheres my jesus when i need a savior.
you were mine, now i know your lie.
all i want to do is watch you die again!
did i build you a nice bouquet?
to watch you grow up to decay?
my old rose, your absince remains,
a stain, on my diseased brain.
your memories remind me of better days.
now the pictures and weapons, LEAVE THEM WHERE THEY LAY!
(im reinventing everything i know. including my love for you. which i now know is a lie, like everything else in this fucking life! im moving on with scortched and cut up skin. and across my chest this note of pain!)
THE ROSE WILL DECAY! (cunt)
im taking an easy way out.
im saying goodbye, to all your lies!
my bloodshot eyes, are no longer blind.
you opened me up to the lie i didnt know!
did i build you a nice bouquet?
to watch you grow up to decay?
my old rose, your absince remains,
a stain, on my diseased brain.
your memories remind me of better days.
now the pictures and weapons, LEAVE THEM WHERE THEY LAY!
I'LL SEE YOU IN HELL!
your face haunts me in my dreams!
love is my beautiful lie.
the memories, LEAVE THEM WHERE THEY LIE!
i ran away only to come back, to BURN YOU DOWN!
my hateis a lighter,
you never put out my fire.
everything happens for a reason.
now im coming back on you 10 FOLD!
did i build you a nice bouquet?
to watch you grow up to decay?
my old rose, your absince remains,
a stain, on my diseased brain.
your memories remind me of better days.
now the pictures and weapons, LEAVE THEM WHERE THEY LAY!
your image burns in my head,
yet i watched you destroy yourself!
did you do the same with me?
i think im in your personal hell.
wheres my jesus when i need a savior.
you were mine, now i know your lie.
all i want to do is watch you die again!
did i build you a nice bouquet?
to watch you grow up to decay?
my old rose, your absince remains,
a stain, on my diseased brain.
your memories remind me of better days.
now the pictures and weapons, LEAVE THEM WHERE THEY LAY!
(im reinventing everything i know. including my love for you. which i now know is a lie, like everything else in this fucking life! im moving on with scortched and cut up skin. and across my chest this note of pain!)
THE ROSE WILL DECAY! (cunt)
im taking an easy way out.
im saying goodbye, to all your lies!
my bloodshot eyes, are no longer blind.
you opened me up to the lie i didnt know!
did i build you a nice bouquet?
to watch you grow up to decay?
my old rose, your absince remains,
a stain, on my diseased brain.
your memories remind me of better days.
now the pictures and weapons, LEAVE THEM WHERE THEY LAY!
I'LL SEE YOU IN HELL!
Published 27th Feb 2013
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27th Feb 2013 4:47am
Negative tones in a poem usually bore me and I neglect to finish them. I LIKE YOUR POEM. It reminds me of what I call "professional" published poems found in dusty quiet libraries. It has a force or intelligence that is subtle but oh so good. Keep up the great work.
1st Mar 2013 7:52am
Nice hate and pain. You bounce back and forth in a nice interval. Now if true how you FEAL bro no sometimes bad happens for good. Look up it could of saved your life. Good poem. Almost a song. Lliked it Mann Peace and remember to love the pain. Or it gets worse.
