let me kill the roses

maybe that sounds morbid

i bet you think it does

that i’d rather see the roses die

than watch the bees around them buzz

alive their scent is sinful

alive their souls are cold

but when i kill the roses

they become memories made of gold

i remember the hands that picked them

and gave them tenderly

and while their scent lives on no more

it lives on in my memory

i love to kill the roses

i love to kill their pain

i love to watch them fade away

whilst drinking my champagne

let me kill the roses

for while they live i cry

life is but a moment

just like you and i

if i but kill the roses

and hang them up to see

you will love my roses

and maybe you’ll love me.

Ruby Rose xx

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