Tuesday, September 3, 2013

Amber Rose


No sympathy left 
The amber rose... 
Still a smile on the ancient hill 
Where lies the innocence of the compelling 
If i knew then what I know now
I'd still be a slave not knowing...
It is safe to say and even somehow unspoken
But the reality is, what reality has not made.
I'm no a fool for love and death
Just sentimental about all things- 
E t e r n a l 
My anxiety has made me this way
And anxiety eventually wins... 

It is safe to say and even somehow unspoken

No sympathy left. 

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