Hallo Freunde, der Schulstress vor Weihnachten ist gewaltig. Es bleibt kaum mehr Zeit, um zwischendurch an meinen kreativen Arbeiten weiterzuschreiben.
Dennoch habe ich mich nicht davon abhalten lassen und will euch heute wieder einen Text aus meinem Projekt "Not a story not yet a poem" präsentieren.
Viel Spaß.
White roses, sleeping in darkest night,
Dreaming the sweetest dreams.
White roses,
Are the only ones
Who heard her screams.
White roses, never waking up,
Covered in darkest night.
White roses,
Are the only ones,
Who noticed her prayers.
White roses, their silence is deep,
They will never speak.
White roses,
Are the last ones
Who saw her here.
White roses, so beautiful,
Are now bloodstained,
White roses,
Are the only ones
Who know the blood isn’t hers.
Dreaming the sweetest dreams.
White roses,
Are the only ones
Who heard her screams.
White roses, never waking up,
Covered in darkest night.
White roses,
Are the only ones,
Who noticed her prayers.
White roses, their silence is deep,
They will never speak.
White roses,
Are the last ones
Who saw her here.
White roses, so beautiful,
Are now bloodstained,
White roses,
Are the only ones
Who know the blood isn’t hers.
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