My love is a rose
Wilted and worn
My love is a rose
And she plucked all my thorns.
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I watch from afar
Never of the near
Stalking
Planning my positions of fear
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Like ripples in the sand
(or) waves as they crash down
Planting footprints in the ground
Lying your head down (to rest)
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There’s something in your smile but I can’t place it
There something in your speech but I can’t hear it
You’re something alright… but I lost you
Years and years go by
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Your voice speaks to me as I awake
Wake up my love you say
Rise with the sun and start your day
Wake up my love you say
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The love from one month,
Erases years of pain.
Never known true emotion,
But always prayed for it in the rain.
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One must do what one has to, in order to be what you want to be.
Non violence is just a mask for civil disobediency;
show it's true colors… anarchy!
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