Your book in which you speak of not, there lies
A tale of rants from which sad stems arise
I wish not want not to know of these things
Of which I hypothesize you wont bring
If fear brought naught but red hot knives and spears
I might avert, shut eyes, then close my ears,
Know you of the hate it certainly brings.
On only fear you cant go to blame these things.
Ruin it you wish ruin it you might.
When fearful hands pull down a fearful hole
It is hard for myself to remain bright,
Do what i can to make it rock to roll.
Though I cannot bear the thought of the end,
Deny it, but glass was not meant to bend.
If you will go ahead sunset will end.
Branches snap and trees fall bandages cant mend.
A warning to you, I say it can fall.
Especially, when there's no weight at all.
°Cj°
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Rose Thorn
PoesíaPoems from the past present and future by Julien and Cj. We had an old book about 2 years age called "Rose Thorn" that was tragically deleted called and we were lucky enough to find the deleted poems. So this is going to be the reuploaded version wi...
