I want to ask you questions- In the privacy of our infatuation- A conversation with out hesitation- With out frustration- No restrictions, please- Is there a time to keep our distance- Is there a time for cool lipstick and heavy cologne- Is there a time to run for cover- Is there a time to be each other's cynic- Or the others cynic's critic- Its time to go- Holding each other's hands- To where the white rose's spill fresh blood- On stolen notes from the titillations of wretched souls- There is never any rest- Sunken below the deepest of each other's insecurities- Snow falls onto this landscape- Weaving mountains cut across by ferocious rivers- And I can hear a deep roar- Where the rising sun peaks through the mountains- The white roses blood fills the river- Carrying ghostly voices of doubt- Sunken I am below my deepest insecurities- That roar from....an inhuman rage- A discourse from the beaten path of love- Is sent as a warning to me- As I may find complacency in a woman’s arms-Birth sign: Libra
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