A Transition

This is my cell, this cold stone tomb,
It's my heart's home, this rotting womb!

Planted seed, baby rose,
Help me heal and help me grow.
Watered seed, budding rose,
Build me up, flesh and bone.
Flowering seed, blooming rose,
Teach me things that i don't know.

Flower of Passion, flaming Rose,
Burn down these walls around my soul.

poem by Floyd ZimmermanReport problemRelated quotes
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