Sean

Rose petals fall from the sky
Soaking up the tears I cry
The fragrance playing on my soul
Dancing around the jagged little hole
That is my sorrow
And will grow and grow
Before Today is called tomorrow
 
Flashes from my memory
Dance inside my head
Inviting emotions
Emotions that will never be called dead
Good or bad
Sinful and sad
My so called life
Lives along the edge
An edge of a sharpened knife.
                                               Sean

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solo60
solo60

Hi Sean.