Those rose flavored tears sliding down your scar free ego
Hold no quarter for me;
For whenever I think of you
I can feel a deep sensation etching my spine
I am suspended, in this void of rose scented priced ice crystals
When the northern winter blows past my soul
I can hear no man of the wise land ,waiting to liberate me
they are all busy, contemplating you .
can I ever be free lady. from the things you do to me
when have I ever said a word about pain
in this acid. i can breathe like I did yesterday, when I climbed atop a hill
you were not there. But your sister, I missed.
My life lays sprawled before my eyes.
(Robert Plant sketch that I did at home last month:)
