The poison vile slips out from her hand into the fall.
Seeped through the sand, it got one root and then it got them all.
Believed her petals wilted; contradicted how I feel.
And the self-inflicted wind causes small plagues to begin as it blows,
but I want the rose
Parallel to dust I saw carnation be unborn,
while carnivores surrounded; tried to eat around the thorns.
Eccentric lullaby she did spoke before she bed.
Though decumbent in the bay,
search for alters not from may, I suppose,
but I want the rose.
When the sun goes down, wolves distracted by the moon.
And the bees will cease to pollinate, cuz wings she never grew.
So dip your stinger in her blood instead of ink or even mud to write your prose,
but I want the rose.
I tried to mend the soil, though I'm not a gardening man.
But still the experts say a rose won't grow in poison sand.
Oh darling, put the vile down and look into the stones.
Cuz I'm standing here with a vase.
Please ignore my absent face and my woes,
cuz I want the rose.
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