The rose is calling you
Like the snow during winter
But you want to sleep, don't you?
No need to worry, it won't make it harderI see you're coming closer
Do you want to take it?
No, it would be prettier
Still alive, in the form of a flowerThen, why is the rose fading to black
And slowly turning into stone
As you're falling down asleep
In your bed made of roses?Oh, I got it! The rose was never here.
I guess you were asleep all along
Then maybe you should wake up and hurry
Before the death comes to visit your tombElo-
(Yeah, this one is pretty shitty)
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Poems
PoetrySome poems. Some will be in french, Others in english, If you hace any advices, I'll take them, obviously Yep. That's one. Not that good huh.