Oh Doctor
One more appointment down;
One more headache drowns the crowd.
A dare she’s taken once again.
Sadness is an emotion ignored:
Anger is a feeling floored.
TrIpPiNg down the yellow brick road?
Smell the paint?
Paint the roses.
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what colour would you paint a rose?
I’d use a nice glossy blue, maybe add tiny bubbles of black for texture. Blaspheny might be yelled at such action; a rose is a beautiful thing! You can’t do that! But whoever deemed it better than a dandelion? because a dandelion has evolved to flourish everywhere they are minimally valuable.
i want to be vulnerable and in short supply, that way i will be like the rose, valuable and in high demand, right?
but wait, as a child i remember my mother cherishing dandelions that i gave her, picked from a patch of millions on the lawn. Was she humouring me? no, because i had truly honourable intentions! I took the time, albeit only a few minutes, but to a small child an eternity for their attention spans.
i don’t want to be a rose, i want to be a child again
By Albino Crow on 05.26.02 9:12 pm
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