Beauty buys me roses, kisses keep me warm
Rhythm flows inside of me, but nothing calms the storm
Sweetness cloaks my innocence, softness soothes my soul
Sugary sincerities superficially console
Flattery is deafening, stares – they pierce life knives
Caresses grate insatiably through intermingled lives
Music lingers mindlessly, the motions made are clear
Melodies roam shamelessly, though none may enter here
Who will wait wistfully, what will win out
Why wonder woefully, withstand your doubt
Love is not the knowing, I know all too well
Life is in the going, I’m going to tell
Frequenters may flock to me with no intent to stay
Beauty buys me roses, but roses fade away
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