ROSE by Antoh

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ROSE 

I stood on my legs from birth to pluck

I breath out to let a fragrance that cures break ups

I am a healer in the world of love

Am a love portion

But in return I rot to death

O you call it valentines

O you call her bae

Then he plucks me from my feet

To hide me behind his tuxedo suit

He needs me to help

He needs your love

O lady should I call it love for roses

That you only take rose for a YES

Iam the boss

Iam the rose
Pluck me slow 

Please make sure she doesn’t say No

Or forever where her heart lies you won’t know

Iam the rose

Just close her eyes and take close to her nose

I always die in a love field

Where love is the theme

Where lips and tongues are so promising

Where hearts beat soo fast that my arms would wilt

Iam the rose

I grew in tender hands of my farmer 

I will die in the tender atmosphere of love

Am the rose
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©2017-antoh

Writing dead.

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