A red rose
She is a red rose wrapped in barbed wire
selling her love letters on the corner of the street
for a shot of Tequila.
Tears will roll down her face
and pain will burn in her heart
Alone i will cry for her
In the dark i will cry for her
And the world will spin another day
and they
they will not understand
Only I.
© Rik - 04/02/2006
Poetry by Rik
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Written on 2006-02-03 at 00:19
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