Roses of Echoes
By: Julia L. Clark
The echoes of your scent flowing through my nose
like the sweet memories of yesterday.
Ooh father to my soul
please tell me that those rose petals
that you want me to walk on
represents that I am royalty
to the throne of you heart
and those strawberries
are for the sweet passion of your endless love for me.
The echoes of your voice
is driving me to a never ending freeway
that I am scared to speed on,
can I slow down
so I can travel the right mission to you
I am frighten
so scared to smell your earthly scents.
Should I take the short pathway
and pay attention to each u-turn.
The scent of your rose petals
I am not use to perceiving.
Don’t walk away from me now
please don’t close your doors,
I am not bitter
Are
destroyed anymore.
I know the value of my self worth
and you are my highest bidder.
Throw me in to these rose petals
and love me with out the exception of intercourse.
Stroke my hand
embrace me,
sleep with your arms
wrapped around my waist.
Love me right now
and don’t forsake me
because a lot of my willing participants has.
Not knowing that
I am just as pure as diamonds
And as soft as a mother
brushing up against a sandy shore.
I am forceful as a knife
cutting through flesh
and as fearless as a shooting bullet
aiming with no name.
The bad batch of roses
has been delivered to my heart
is the one to blame.
I open my heart of shame
And I take my destiny of hurt and pain
and give you my trusted palms,
all night in your room
you sung so passionately then we twisted tongues.
These rose petals you lay me in
represents the passion of your love for me,
I am falling down
catch me
I can’t even breathe.
I am seizing this moment
Do you except my high drive
my high classed morals,
If so my lips of heat just unfold them.
The echo of my king knows that
through the vowels we set forth
he is half my earth
and I am the continuing of his.
He know right now
he better forget about Michelle
Liz,
And Kim.
If I cant see beyond these roses that
this here man is not a sexual fling
for tonight with no hopes of his tomorrow.
I need faith
not your pity
And Your toilet flush sorrows.
Can you love me like delicious food to my stomach?
Can you deal with my anger times
even when I will make you vomit?
Can you admit that you was the one
that stood by the thickness of your hatred
loosing hope like you couldn’t cope no more.
The ashes of rose petals
Has been thrown in to the ocean of Pacific love
Swimming free
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