Another Rose - Poem by Hunter James
My Mind is weak
It chose lust,
in a river full of beauty.
Your words they sting me
I deserve my own pity.
But lust is rose red.
And dies before love.
And Under the Waterless sun of my heart,
your love will be shielded by fear of being lonely.
But clarity will intervene your heroin,
In unfortunately many days to come.
Fore once again my soul was blind
and made my heart lazy.
Dead inside i chose another rose,
In a field
Full of daisies.
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