red red rose

 there is a little thing that grows

inside of you and me

it soon appears when your sixteen

and disappears around 23

it's hard to observe

it's jagged rich it points

so shelter your eyeballs from

its blows

it makes you anxious awkward skipping

falling on your tippietoes

the hate will rage

as it goes ripping

oh what war it cages

dripping sweat

grinding both your teeth

you can't expect the moon

and sea to give its beauty

even now its gazeless

everything you live for leaves

and all the world does grow

into something you cant conceive

at start of life

or even can if you believed

you could at the end of 32

that thing inside is rage

its big and monstrous

with teeth that great

and when it comes upon you

your insides twist and turn to mush

in darkness no light guides you

there'll be a girl perhaps you love

who will never love you back, but then does stay beside you

and though you're sure the loves inside you

of hate, there never is a lack

youll see skylines all fade to grey

youll see your water turns to black

you feel as if another day

will kill you in its grasp

that thing combines, it terrorises

it stalks and stabs and leaves you

guideless, there's a word that shows

it's in the wires and in the tv glows

its there forever don't despise it

the word we use thereon defines it

anxiety the word don't soothe

but one day you will have grown tired

when friends are girl doolally, drinking booze

and youll wish you could deny it yet

every time you lose

the race is hard to look upon

some more than others

tend to run

some tend to just tread along

and when your times has come

it's gone and your the one to lose

but think outside the race, look on!!!

the paths are beautifully paved with stone

and every window open just a wind

that sets you up where you begin

and in your evening clothes

you go to bed perhaps to weep

and snoring from the house endarks

in dark the bitter chance, it starts

it drips it crawls it then advances

your duty in your life is quietly

move along in a strange variety

and if perhaps in your longevity

the moon does seem to glow

\remember to tend well

to your nativity

and let all the shops be closed

and then in you, you'll have a memory

of standing up to walk out the throes

of the assembly rattling you at school

when just 13 that boys now gone

he's drooping low

yet a facts a fact what you are watering

is not a person who just sat and did everything

to get to where he is and what he knows

but there you are a gleaming star

cause your the one whos gone that far

you soak it in

cause youre a rose!!!