Dead roses

Give me dead roses for me to smash
like you step on my words
wich you don' see and don't listen
Give me dead roses my love
to burry our past
that doesn't feel
Give me fading roses for me to forget
and pass its roughness on my palid face
to believe there's no way out
nor libid in our sights
that gaze upon each other
and in our bodies
that walk in distance
wanting to avoid the fear
that runs in our blood
that rebels in the silence of this secret

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