Withered Red Roses

I maybe far away from truth, but at least I’m close to you

Maybe if I closed my eyes
The world would slip away
Maybe I would sit and wait
For my broken life to float away

Maybe I don’t know what’s right
Maybe I don’t care
Maybe if I tried harder
You’d be standing there

Maybe she’ll let it go
Maybe she’ll let it stay
Maybe I’ve tried to hard
I’m watching her slip away

Away from the love I tried to give
Away from the life I know she could live
Away from the voice of truth
That echoes in her head

Away from the boy she thought she knew
Away from the place she knows all too well
Away from the one that loves her
Without consequence; without fear

Away from the place she calls home
Away from the ones she loves
Away from the never-ending circle
Of life that searched for truth

Truth is what she needs
Truth is what we all want
Truth is what she can’t have
Because of the lies she’s had to face

Truth should be something palpable
Truth should be something we can see as well
Truth shouldn’t be the shadow
That lurks above every little lie

Truth is strange to me
Truth never comes easy anymore
Truth is strange for everyone
Because of the lies we’re told every day

I fear nothing. I don’t know what lies ahead, but at least I’m close to you..

I never thought that
I'd see the day
when my love
would fly
away.....

It went upon a late
winter wind
when
my love
would finally send
his throughts of sorrow
and of despair.

Hope
Hapiness
Love
Destiny
All are lies
Despair is the
only truth
when
it comes
to love

We suffer, we cheat, we lie
to love
it makes no sense this
disorted view
I, TheSaint
can watch from far
and never be lonley

For he
my star
is watching me
His love
makes the light of the moon
brighter
and it makes to the world seem to be
lighter
but I crash into him
and say
TheSaint is consoled for today

My life is a handful of Withered Roses
Petals that were once beautiful
Crinkle and rot everyday not put in water
They fall to the ground and are stepped on
By the ones who don't want to care about it

The once green stalks look parched
The water of life that once flowed
Is gone

Swept away on the current of lost love
The Love found again does nothing
My veins still thrist
For that water of life

I am a prisoner
Drooping with the petals
Of the rose

Help me
Says TheSaint
I cannot keep the roses alive
This Handful of Withered Roses

Seeks you...