Furious rose de Lisa Loeb

"it's not really poetry but it's pretty " he said.
As he raises his voice she lowers her head.
"it makes my heart heavy you're lonely i think.
Oh rose you're sad i ;
"look in her bed and she's bound to be sleeping.
She's lying there dead. no she's ;
Furious rose with your opiate eyes
Your languorous hum that tone of surprise
I've heard energy in adversity.
Your smile: the soul of witchery.
You're not running away,
You're not running - are you?
Lyrically longing, she's tearing the words from the page.
She's fearfully seething.
"bring me your blessings, a prayer, or a new pen.
- you don't know what i ;
"look in my bed and i'm bound to be sleeping,
I'm lying there dead, but i'm breathing.
And i'm barely balancing as it is,
And i don't want to drown in my dreams
Bring me wild plums and agrimony
I bet you don't even know what that ;
Furious rose with your opiate eyes,
Your languorous hum, that tone of surprise.
I've heard energy in adversity.
Your smile: the soul of witchery.
You're not running away,
You're not running - are you?
Gingerly peering, over his shoulder, removed herself from the room.
She's terribly freezing, she always knows when to go.