A Collection of Poetry

Thorns are Rosy (A Cento)

Raindrops on roses and the girls in white dresses

Let the sun rain down on me

I wanna believe

Fate will play us out

Words, wars, and symphonies

I need a little sympathy

Our consciences are always so much heavier than our egos

Assembling their philosophies

From pieces of broken memories

'Cause these words are knives and often leave scars

And truth be told, I never was yours

We're winning 'til the curtain's coming down

Our cynical minds will make it totally worth it

No one wants you when you have no heart and

I'm sitting pretty in my brand new scars

Broadway is black like a sinkhole

Fade to black if you're not mine

My tell-tale heart's a hammer in my chest

Strange situations, I get anxious

Maybe I'm overjoyed, maybe I'm paranoid

This world is full of demons, stocks, and bonds, and bible traders

Some are loyal soldiers while these other thorns are rosy

In the garden of evil

I'll be praying for the faithless

Can I get another amen?

All lines from Panic! At The Disco