turn a grip on the rose stem.
push against the throns.
make fingers bleed until someone notces them.
the red of blood, the red of the rose.
wrap around a brilliant pose.
tear the pedals off the bud of the rose.
together we'll see what love will chose.
hope to earth, it's not the worst birth.
of the love you wish to have.
make the angels see that it's love you want
not greed, the more you want him, the less you get.
ain't that the way things always are.
press your luck for the green buck.
as green as the roses' stem.
hope someone qwill give you love's gem.
for you are just a troubled soul, who's waiting for love to await.
now it's not up to you to decide what's going to go on, the best
or the worst.
it's now love's debate.
 
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