Dear Washington,
You consumed my joy
yet you also added smile
You stole my proof--
Proof that there is such thing as fate,
that there is such thing as defeating one's fears,
and meeting your wish,
on the road to Damascus.
Take care of my joy, my wish
Take care of my Friend
I hope your heart, will spin out of control Dizzy and sick, falling in a deep hole. Deep in sadness, always never enough Losing your worth, not a diamond, but rough. I hope you cry, until your brown eyes close Dream then wake up, by a thorn of a rose. Smile all day, then feel low when alone Hear one song, then feel the cuts that were sown. Smell memories, of fresh cookies and love vanilla, fruit, or all of the above. But most of all, I pray that you can heal My broken heart does not want you to feel... How I feel. -Belle Rose
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