Roses cut the same as knives
When a hand grips them too tight.
Looks pierce as easy as arrows
When focused just right.

Daylight burns much like fire
Whether at a glance or touch
Guilt weighs more than lead
And quickly becomes too much.

Tear drops drown like oceans
Salt taste hits the tongue.
Darkness mimicks all evil
Like shadows seen by the young.

Roses cut the same as knives
Scarring skin and ending lives.

04/19/2002

Posted on 04/19/2002
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