i wish i'd written this
petite roses bend
to sniff at my ankles,
pink and red roses
linin' the path.
the flagstone path that leads to nowhere,
to nowhere, decided,
for now.
and the dog runs up
with a heart in its mouth
to posit it pulsing
at my feet.
blood still ushering
from its valves
it shudders and gives up
one last beat,
shudders and gives up
one last beat.
oh who am i?
to get this gift?
the giver bounding off in retreat.
the dog runs up
with a heart in its mouth
and drops it bloody
at my feet.
roses pes ter at my ankles,
a heart lies bloody at my feet.
-diane cluck "petite roses"
it's actually a song, i just thought it sounded like a poem i would want to write, so i broke it up the way i'd break it up. you should acquire it if you can. the whole album is amazing, it's called oh vanille.
to sniff at my ankles,
pink and red roses
linin' the path.
the flagstone path that leads to nowhere,
to nowhere, decided,
for now.
and the dog runs up
with a heart in its mouth
to posit it pulsing
at my feet.
blood still ushering
from its valves
it shudders and gives up
one last beat,
shudders and gives up
one last beat.
oh who am i?
to get this gift?
the giver bounding off in retreat.
the dog runs up
with a heart in its mouth
and drops it bloody
at my feet.
roses pes ter at my ankles,
a heart lies bloody at my feet.
-diane cluck "petite roses"
it's actually a song, i just thought it sounded like a poem i would want to write, so i broke it up the way i'd break it up. you should acquire it if you can. the whole album is amazing, it's called oh vanille.