As pretty as a rose

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                                                   Pink as a rose, stunning as the midnight air.

                                                As beautiful as falling rain, without a flaw in site,

                                                Without fear of night, I stand in the dark calling

                                                                                    your name.

                                         Whispers I hear, whispers of the dead, calling out my

                                           Name in warning you are near, to tell me to run for

                                                  my life but I stay calling your name. I suffer,

                                                                     I fall like midnight rain.

                                                 Your name well known, not a worry you care.

                                                        You hold on when you feel like falling.

                                                       You pursue when you feel like quitting,

                                                                 you continue when all is lost...

                                        My arms open wide to you who need me, my arms open

                                         Wide to thee who know. I don't play your games nor go

                                         along with your lies, my heard pounds with rage when

                                        I look your way. You cut like a throne and sting like a bee.

                                                                You are harmless. You are frail.

                                   You turn that week into strong and turn your thorns into knives,

                                  your bee stings into stabs of your blade. You are beautiful as a rose,

            but as lethal as a serial killer. You hunt the night, prowling the streets, saying "go to sleep"........



            (this poem is for Jeff the killer..... don't ask my if I am a fan girl the answer is no. I did this to be nice, nothing more so don't assume anything.)


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