The symbolism behind the decisions
To pick the last flower in the rose bush,
Is as beautiful as the conditions
To say goodbye with the swift rush of rain.
The finality and infidelity of defiling the bush
Along with the beauty of a conclusive push,
Helps to solidify in the mind’s eye
What it truly means to lose one’s life
To the concurring circumstances we call Love.
How easy it is to think one is above
The influence of pushing under the rug
The fragile instances in which you let your guard down.
How ironic is it that we can clown around
Our mistakes as if they were on purpose?
How admirable is it for the worthless
To prove right a condition they always fight?
The answer to these questions are not acquitted
To the former symbolism behind the beauty
Of picking a rose off of a green suit that is fitted;
There is no beauty within rape.
To pick the last flower in the rose bush,
Is as beautiful as the conditions
To say goodbye with the swift rush of rain.
The finality and infidelity of defiling the bush
Along with the beauty of a conclusive push,
Helps to solidify in the mind’s eye
What it truly means to lose one’s life
To the concurring circumstances we call Love.
How easy it is to think one is above
The influence of pushing under the rug
The fragile instances in which you let your guard down.
How ironic is it that we can clown around
Our mistakes as if they were on purpose?
How admirable is it for the worthless
To prove right a condition they always fight?
The answer to these questions are not acquitted
To the former symbolism behind the beauty
Of picking a rose off of a green suit that is fitted;
There is no beauty within rape.
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