Tuesday, 23 February 2016

I COUNT ROSES



The heart that bleeds is not my heart
for my heart will never bleed.
The song I sing is my only song.
The others are not mine.

The mountain here is what I climb
and it uses all resources,
and if I had a heart that bled,
I would not count the roses.

The roses are all fresh for you,
and you are all I wanted.
Oh god, my heart will never bleed.
It lives for ever, shan't it?

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