And the rose asked why.

And the scarlet rose asked
Why did it hurt?
When my strings were pulled
to choke?
My stem not pulled,
but twisted?
and why (I cry)
do I heal - for now -
to make a choice,
a battle with the brain
(if I only had a brain)
I didn't call
(we're not living in a fairy tale after all)
I can't speak
(just listen....listen to the sound of the wind)
nor feel - not really -
A toy a most.

Bye bye Petals.

Yes....
No....
Yes....

No.



xx